Joell Ortiz - Murder lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Murder lyrics]
Oh yeah, it's him again!
Y'all know the voice
Always bless you with a new joint
Shit you never heard
I need a place to lay low bro
Cause this one is murder
Check cool as a fan, fresh as a new leather
The new member in an argument of who's better
The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican
In a hoopty gettin brain from a
Chain on the Major Deegan
The haters speakin, never mind playa
The block ex-crack dime shaver
Turned best rhyme sayer
The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver
The orgasm every time
That's what the pipe gave her
The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors
The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel's
To give it nice flavor
The back in the days type gamer
The used to hate Super Nintendo nigga
That used to like Sega
The clawed his way in the
Door rapper that's like Vega
Never killed nobody
In that booth he's such a life taker
The every other night somebody
Else's wife scraper
The nigga makin veterans look
Like a 9th grader
You goddamn right I'm that nigga
Uhh, the talk of the town
Clown when we in the party
Karaoke sing on the low but
Yo don't tell nobody
The never had nothin, now he doin hella cocky
The haters vomit from the smell of papi
The low caesar with the sharp parts
That might fiend on the scene with sixteens
Gettin green like a golf cart
The beef lookin at the rest
Of y'all like Pop Tarts
Verses got y'all frownin up y'all
Faces like my mom's farts
The NY repper, don't dare side-stepper
The casual dresser, low whites, light sweater
The bike revver on a summer day
The give the DJ so much heat they
Don't know which one to play!
The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Trey
Finna drop crack and not look
Back like a runaway
The have fun every time he
In the booth spitter
The take on anybody, old nigga, new nigga
Y'all think it's a game? I ain't playin!
Uhh, the truth in the purest form
The frontliner
First nigga to shoot when the war is on
The hop on your beat and
Cruise like the Autobahn
And force radio to play my
Version of all the songs
The diddy bopper in the city proper
The walk up in the strip club and
Throw it up like a shitty vodka
The used to be a butt
Man turned titty clocker
The hop up in the bed and
Beat it up kitty boxer
Okay, the occasional kitty licker
Only if her box is the shit, kitty litter
The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper
The Rican whale size of three Flippers
The flow stronger than the current in
The winter in the East River
The poker player
Top pan with the mean kicker
The Hip-Hop light
When it was in it's darkest hour
The can't do a song without
At least one YAOWA
This ain't gon' stop brother, heh
Y'all know the voice
Always bless you with a new joint
Shit you never heard
I need a place to lay low bro
Cause this one is murder
Check cool as a fan, fresh as a new leather
The new member in an argument of who's better
The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican
In a hoopty gettin brain from a
Chain on the Major Deegan
The haters speakin, never mind playa
The block ex-crack dime shaver
Turned best rhyme sayer
The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver
The orgasm every time
That's what the pipe gave her
The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors
The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel's
To give it nice flavor
The back in the days type gamer
The used to hate Super Nintendo nigga
That used to like Sega
The clawed his way in the
Door rapper that's like Vega
Never killed nobody
In that booth he's such a life taker
The every other night somebody
Else's wife scraper
The nigga makin veterans look
Like a 9th grader
You goddamn right I'm that nigga
Uhh, the talk of the town
Clown when we in the party
Karaoke sing on the low but
Yo don't tell nobody
The never had nothin, now he doin hella cocky
The haters vomit from the smell of papi
The low caesar with the sharp parts
That might fiend on the scene with sixteens
Gettin green like a golf cart
The beef lookin at the rest
Of y'all like Pop Tarts
Verses got y'all frownin up y'all
Faces like my mom's farts
The NY repper, don't dare side-stepper
The casual dresser, low whites, light sweater
The bike revver on a summer day
The give the DJ so much heat they
Don't know which one to play!
The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Trey
Finna drop crack and not look
Back like a runaway
The have fun every time he
In the booth spitter
The take on anybody, old nigga, new nigga
Y'all think it's a game? I ain't playin!
Uhh, the truth in the purest form
The frontliner
First nigga to shoot when the war is on
The hop on your beat and
Cruise like the Autobahn
And force radio to play my
Version of all the songs
The diddy bopper in the city proper
The walk up in the strip club and
Throw it up like a shitty vodka
The used to be a butt
Man turned titty clocker
The hop up in the bed and
Beat it up kitty boxer
Okay, the occasional kitty licker
Only if her box is the shit, kitty litter
The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper
The Rican whale size of three Flippers
The flow stronger than the current in
The winter in the East River
The poker player
Top pan with the mean kicker
The Hip-Hop light
When it was in it's darkest hour
The can't do a song without
At least one YAOWA
This ain't gon' stop brother, heh