Audio Push, Arsonal - Murda lyrics

I just feel like we gotta go in
Y'all got the right nigga for
The job this time
Oh, we snapping on this shit

Arsonal uh
A young nigga from the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I don't need ID
Fuck a hater I'll see him later
He gon' need a favor and a long run
Fuck a cop
I keep a chopper that's a long gun
Hop grindin' way before the alarm rung
Know it's a hit way before we record one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
Blunts out the face I'mma need 3 more
I started flexin' as a youngin'
I was gettin' money
I was selling weed, all the bitches love me
Trouble with the law, started gettin' ugly
Scamming with my homie just to get some money


Grew up in the trenches
I had good intentions
Want it done right? then you
Should do the bidness
I don't trust niggas, I get too suspicious
Crack on the stove and make
Mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta look behind ya
Hollow tips inside ya, just a brief reminder
I'm from a city where daughters sell vagina
Cops are shootin' minors
All these niggas liars
Apologize now nigga, pardon your looks
Download all my shit off on iTunes
I'm out here giving all my audio push
They got me motivated
If they say I'm the best then don't debate it
Success is overrated
Bidness is best negotiated
So let's associate it with death
I know they hate it
His flesh exfoliated, what happened?
The tech, a phony ate it with passion
I was working long days they was nappin'
I struggle, I was cryin' they was laughin'
3 mill for a deal, it ain't happenin
I don't want a hundred
Thousand playing Madden
The rest rappin took all my
Chips and cashed in but thanks for askin'
Let a nigga try me like they
Don't know who I be
I'm me, I'm G, hit the homies out in IE
One word, body hominy that's a murda

That's a murda hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a murda
Yeah murda murda yeah
Murda murda murda damn, murda murda yeah
Like they never heard it

Understand I got God with me
So the evils can never hurt me
IE you see it on my jersey
I just call up Ars when I'm out in Jersey
Tell 'em I need a white
Girl that look like Fergie
Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em furry
Make a running money in a hurry
Solo on these missions cause
These niggas scurry
Mama said to trust in what the reverend say
I look at my skin and see a better way
Young black king
They ain't never say that people my
Color was running Heaven gates
I got two phones, no Kevin Gates
One for bad times, one for better days
I don't answer the one for bad times cause I
Need good vibes around me all seven days
I got bad bitches on my resume
I hit the booth and try to go ahead of Jay
Ahead of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday
I don't see no better way
If it's mula that'll be made till Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the dotted unless the
Bread is stacked up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it straight
I know niggas from Grape like Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no never scrape
Really scrapped in these streets
We ain't grow the same
Lost homies to this beef
You don't know the pain
Price and SDot on the beat, you know it bang
And I'm Price by the way
So you know the name
From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat
Snow or rain
I got the West on my shoulders mane
Yeah, you know that's a murda

That's a murda hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a murda
Yeah murda murda yeah
Murda murda murda damn, murda murda yeah
Like they never heard it

Uhh make some room for the young legends
I ain't come in here to come second
Done playing, done stressing
No question, best dressed young veteran
All the drug sellers drug users now
Game of the new dealer, pure dope
Seen us, pure smoke west West, inhale
Chest press light up two J's and I'm hot now
Uhh, I could probably
I'mma make 'em stop playin' with us
Uhh, not now nigga right now
Cause all we need it was God to win
Hustle with your ass since I was 10
Muscle what you see since I walked in
So how the fuck you think it's bout to end?
Ooh ooh sit down I roll up
Life too fast, slow up, okay no
You know what? Okay go
Back to bidness after this I
Open up and answer questions
What the fuck you want and why
The fuck you want it?
Why I'm cussing? One I'm zonin' and
I'm every single known opponent
There's no comparin' us
The fuck you starin' at?
Eatin' faces off, I see back to back
No consecutively, I mean back to back
Eatin' faces off, nothin' after that
That's amazing dawg what the fuck is up?
I don't even breathe goin' up and
If I cuss again I'm only cussing once
No one in the rap game could fuck with us
Stone Junction out right now, GO GET