(Nah, nah) Ay murda, uh uh, ain't nobody safe round here round here Word up, uh uh, holla if you ain't got fear got fear Like murda, murda, ain't nobody safe round here round here Like murda, murda
She don't buss down she a uptown ho If my cup down fill it up now, whoa We don't turn down 'til that gun sound (*gunshot*) When I touch down we gon' puff loud woah Keep my guard up and my paws tucked (Ay) They never called up now it's all love (Ay) Throw my mom funds fucking y'all up (Ugh) Believe a different cloth what I'm cut from ay
Murda, uh uh, ain't nobody safe round here, round here Word up, uh uh, holla if you ain't got fear, got fear Like murda, murda ain't nobody safe round here Like murda, murda
Had this little ting named Maxine Could never love 'em, I fuck 'em and say I love 'em That sound like trouble 'lil boy, where you come from? (Ay) Northeast in my blood but I ain't stuck up (Ay) One of one, fingers up, point 'em to the sun (Ay) When I'm drunk, spill my blood, got 'em going nuts (Ay) You's a rat, you's a pig, get yo doughnuts (Ay) Bitches flop on the ting cause the flow tough (Ay) Throw a little grabba in my EZ-wider Illadelph me ganja, split it with me partner Fel be off this rocker Chaka Demus sample Hit like Mickey Mantle, nothin' I can't handle Half a mil plus in the same Chucks Sticky fingers fronto keep my thang tucked She be searchin' for the right angles, yellin' “Fame sucks” Labels preyin' on me, prayin' on me all they getting is the hang up
Murda, uh uh, ain't nobody safe round here, round here Word up, uh uh, holla if you ain't got fear, got fear Like murda, murda ain't nobody safe round here Like murda, murdaYou might also like
Compositores: Christian Robert Felner (Felly), James Icart, Kyran Mcemerald John ECAD: Obra #20839226