MURDA

Shoot who's shooting
You live up with your man
Duck and reload, duck and reload (murda)
You see my pockets empty
But they say lift my hands
Tell 'em bomaye
Way they do my blood, dying on the streets
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Running from the law, pray don't lose my feet
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Me no be the nervous one
Me no be disturbing none
Yet I see the mans and run (murda)
We are not to run too long
They were never scary
Tell 'em bomaye
Way they do my blood, dying on the streets
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Running from the law, pray don't lose my feet
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Give me that (exodus)
Give me that (exodus)
Give me that, yeah (exodus)
Murda
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (exodus)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (exodus)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (exodus)
Murda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (exodus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (exodus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (exodus)
Murda
Give me that (exodus)
Give me that (exodus)
Give me that, yeah (exodus)
Murda
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Murda, murda, murda, murda