Bizzy Bone, Prince Rasu, Josiah, Capo Confucious - Murdah lyrics

Murder is out of control
Murder just let it blow
Murder is out of control
Word up if you done bucked a
Motherfucker down for taken ya dough
Nigga, murder is out of control
(control, control)
Murder just let it blow (it blow, it blow)

Though this liquor
Probably killin my liver the villian
Is still in effect
And I buck this motherfucker down
Live and direct
Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma
Demand the respect?
Or get up and strategize
Bitches cryin like they never wept
Slept in the gutter with no tec
I'm still in the dungeon bitch I never left
Pass that sticky-icky ganja
+Creep on Ah Come Up+, I +Crept and I Came+
Respect the dead game
Remember to let yo' nuts hang often
Matter of fact I'ma do mine all day
I don't sniff, coke I like to make money
Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry?
Cut from the cloth they
Cut me, black Cherokee
Indians based in Cleveland
Thuggin and thievin 'til I'm
The last one breathin
Only one believin is that 7th Sign saga
Fresh and remodeled
Plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan
A momma's smile
Capo my nigga what, nigga execution always
My guns is Crip'n Cuz, PBD posse
Honorable Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails
Rhythm and Ghetto, Ras' fire
7th Sign murda 'em all
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
And like little Capo Confucious say
"Nigga I'll kill for you"

Murder is out of control
Murder just let it blow (it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough nigga
Murder is out of control (control, control)
Murder just let it blow (it blow, it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough (for takin ya dough)
Nigga, murder is out of control

Be careful as fuck baby
Take precaution fo' sho'
They say that nigga Gotti quiet
Better fire off a Calico
Bastard, the animal, my guradians was avenues
My Lord be my shepherd
But my swarms for collateral
Who can I trust? Where can I
Turn? When will it all end?
I'm suited up in Timberland boots
Regime marchin god damnit I'm a grown man
Time to take my own stand
Fuck the federations
My heart is racin like romance
Pumpin the anger built up
From years of stress
Killers and haters surround me daily
No fears of death
I hear the breaths of angels and demons
Fightin over my soul Lord
Just give me the path through this bloodbath
And it's on Lord roll all
Haters out my zone when it's goin down
Ride with the 7th Sign, violate we gon' clown
Four pounds be safe in the
Streets of the showdown
Love to Gambino, you the chief
Dawg, it's our town, yo' town

Murder is out of control
Murder just let it blow (it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough nigga
Murder is out of control (control, control)
Murder just let it blow (it blow, it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough (for takin ya dough)
Nigga, murder is out of control

Cock back and blast
Knockin sparks up out they ass
Makin marks come off that cast
Nigga you know what it is
Think I'm serious, than a heart attack
Missles aimed straight at where the
Fuck your heart is at
Fixin it, or get hit, how hard is that
To comprehend, I'm tryin to be
Gone before them soldiers, come marchin in
You blue suit wearin faggets with
Badges'll get the flux
I don't give a fuck who you are
We can send this motherfucker up
Crucifixion come quickly
Come and get me Mister Reaper
I ain't scared to die
I'm all like more than willin
The more the real the more they feel it
So I'ma stay real
Until my heart stop, my reflection with hoes
The essence of the hard-knock life
I am the light and if you miss us and misses
Have never heard of murder
Then you don't know of pain
My veins bleed the same blood
Of the muh'fuckers who murdered my momma
So I'm a natural born killa
Than I, there was no cap peelers

Murder is out of control
Murder just let it blow (it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough nigga
Murder is out of control (control, control)
Murder just let it blow (it blow, it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough (for takin ya dough)
Nigga, murder is out of control

Me and my Compton's monster
Mashin mobsters analyzin, we done plottin
Plans in progress, rap game held hostage
Ransom trillion dollars
Low tolerence, suspect armed and dangerous
Violent and deceive
The industry, stick up kingpin, Capo Regime
Bend on yo' knees, duck tape and tied down
Follow my lead or everyone shot bleed
Squeeze round after round
Empty shells hit hostile ground
Told you we ain't fuckin around
Strictly about our business on
Some gangsta shit, no bank account
Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank
Negotiatin our way
Or forget the deal, your record label's sorry
Bunch of phony-ass superstars
Carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity
Raise up off these N-U
T's, cocksuckin nigga please
We ain't dealin with no Jerry
Hellers - hell no
Call us the money makers, pullin capers
Baby momma need that paper
Get up off yo' ass, can't be no couch potato
Only gets greater later, better
Believe in playa haters, see

Murder is out of control
Murder just let it blow (it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough nigga
Murder is out of control (control, control)
Murder just let it blow (it blow, it blow)
Word up if you done
Bucked a motherfucker down
For taken ya dough (for takin ya dough)
Nigga, murder is out of control

Murder is out of control