Murda Murda

How do you do, ladies and gentlemen?
This is music to be murdered by
Murder, murder
You know what it is

Yo, son, I come through like John Wu shooting cops
Yo, move, I'm Top Gun dropping bombs on you like Tom Cruise
Don't get it confused, I'm quick to leave you dead on the news
I got nothing to lose, sick in the head like Bishop from Jews
Split you in two parts, bitch, go ask the wizard for a new heart
Cuba rip your crew apart with just a few bars
You know the repertoire Terror Squad, I'm in for life
The Bronx bumper from Havana with my pins and stripes
Niggas is nice spittin' venom on the mic device, I'm poison
Don't make me grab the knife and slice and dice your organs
I'm turning men to mice twice my size for flossin'
Like they imported so the price is life extortion
Caution, son, I'm dangerous, I don't rob and talk too much
I just aim and bust, turn your brains to mush like angel dust
Bring the rush in plain English, y'all niggas can't bang with us
A gang of thugs who love to get drunk up in the clubs
And ram shit up, stay punchin' niggas dead in they mug
If it ain't my blood, must be yours staining the rug
This ain't a game we playing, we bring the pain like (What)
Yo, word up

Murder-murder, who the hell heard her?
The Lyrical Assassin blasting off with the burner
Murder-murder, who the hell heard her?
Hands up, niggas face down, you know what it is
Murder-murder, you'll end up getting hurt up
You'll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up
Murder-murder, we killing shit, word up
Bitch-made niggas, Rule and you reign us

Growing up in the ghetto with that New York State of Mind
I realized at nine my future was crime
Hustlin' dimes was a trademark, soon as the blunt spark
I inhale, exhale, took that and exhale daily routine
Wake up, wash your ass, get cream, got that first ki
At my slick sixteen, I seen cold bricks and cash and shit
Got gritty and read up with that counterfeit
And every round I spit, I throw it out in silence
My N.Y. murderers, my L.A. riders ride with, ready to hustle
Kill and die with me, all for the love, ice, hoes, and money
Some murderous world we live in and that's why
All the rules are reckless and I wanna send love
From the murderers to the squad, R.I.P. Pun to Cavilon

Murder-murder, who the hell heard her?
The Lyrical Assassin blasting off with the burner
Murder-murder, who the hell heard her?
Hands up, niggas face down, you know what it is
Murder-murder, you'll end up getting hurt up
You'll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up
Murder-murder, we killing shit, word up
Bitch-made niggas, Rule and you reign us
Murder-murder, who the hell heard her?
The Lyrical Assassin blasting off with the burner
Murder-murder, who the hell heard her?
Hands up, niggas face down, you know what it is
Murder-murder, you'll end up getting hurt up
You'll be the one to turn up when they come and dig the dirt up
Murder-murder, we killing shit, word up
Bitch-made niggas, Rule and you reign us