Murder Man

Lyrics

[Verse]
 Iiiiiii'm comin, two .50 cal's in hand
 Long goat-tee nigga the Taliban
 I'm Murda Man, I'm tryna murk somethin
 This ain't for? cheese I'm tryna hurt somethin
 These niggaz claimin g'z, claimin they run the South East
 How you run the shit in that buck buck Caprice?
 Atleast, you oughta know bout my flow
 The P the T the R the O
 The Y nigga, I'm so fly call me jet
 Jump off in the ocean still ain't wet
 I flex, I motherfuckin ball better ask em
 Catch a nigga talkin shit n motherfuckin blast em
 Murda, m-u-r-d-a
 Im pumpin gats at whoever in the way
 Im back wit gun play, don't think they undastand
 But I don't think they wanna fuck wit the Murda Man, Murda Man
 [Hook]
 I don't think they wanna fuck with the Murda Man
 Fuck wit the Murda Man, fuck wit the Murda Man, Well Uh-Huh
 (4x)
 [Verse]
 Yaaaaa'll trippin, now everybody crunk
 Yall niggaz gon make me pop the trunk
 Cuz I remember way back in the day
 When the ATL wasnt gettin no play
 Then I came out, dropped We Ready
 Niggaz went to bouncin, ridin them box Chevy's
 But I guess that was then, this is now
 When I catch ya ass in the street the gun blow, blow
 I represent the hard, I represent the angle
 I represent the real, I represent the danger
 I represent the cars, I represent the dream
 I represent respect, I'm representin my team
 It's Mister PT aka Murda Man
 Ya pistol in ya car, my pistol in my hand
 And you can ask Chan, I shot a nigga van
 Dont think you understand, I'm the fuckin Murda Man, Murda Man and
 [Hook]
 [Verse]
 Stiiiiiiiill spinnin, empty my magazine
 I jump off in my limousine and flee the scene
 This ain't the SWAT team, this ain't Lil Scrap n them
 I rep that hard shit and fuck a platinum
 And Little Jon, used to by homey, used to be my Ace
 Now I wanna slap the the taste out ya mouth
 Nigga down south I'm a legend
 When ya see me keep motherfuckin steppin
 And flexin, so what you gotta A at nigga
 That don't mean shit to a south side killa
 Wussup Shay? wussup Tod?
 On that ass, Shady Park
 Murda, M-U-R-D-A
 Im bustin shots at whoever in my way
 Cockin my A-K, don't think they understand
 But I don't think they wanna fuck wit the Murda Man, Murda Man, and
 [Hook]
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:11
Key
11
Tempo
155 BPM

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