Nitro, Ocean Wisdom, Ward 21, Victor Kwality - MURDAMURDAMURDA testo (lyrics)

Problem tell 'em
Machete gang ask no question
Suicidal to the death
No fuck around we'll pump
Some shots up in your chest
We don't walk 'round with no vest
No fuck around we'll pump some shots
Up in your chest

Non frega un cazzo a me se questa merda
Non va in radio se non va in Top 10, scemo
Parlo un altro slang
Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki
Gli appuntati urlano: "Fermi" con i
Ferri già puntati e bang
Credevo alla giustizia
Ho visto un socio mio pestato
Lì ho pensato: "Sono un bastardo
Senza Dio né Stato"
Nelle piazze, nelle case
Come al bar nei weekend se ti beccano
Farai au revoir al tuo Audemars Piguet
Okay, wait, wait, brotha
Com'è che se va magra
Vai di spada tipo JJ abrams?
Terrore ad ogni play se c'è
Il mio tape in sala
Voglio l'hall of fame, ascolto Tame Impala
Se vuoi, faccio il translate, fake, impara
Più infami e lolite che squali a Recife
Più leche de tigre nel mio ceviche
Fai il capo quando sei il vice
Non vali neanche due lire
La fine del mio regime
Da fasci contro compagni a
Gattini contro sardine, eh eh
Quando il dubbio mi possiede
Il trucco si intravede
Ma finché puzzo di potere
Ho il lusso di godere
Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino
Dove stai
Fuori o dentro? Sei peggio di un secondino

Murda, murda, murda
Say we not afraid of people
Fuck what you heard of
We bust open the gates I enter where we murda
So, please
Don't test me faith and stir up me hunger

Yuh, di-di-di-di-di-did it off mystic
MAC one shot, might let it off
Script this, all this scribble
They ain't never lost
Ain't no games, my grind they never soft
Big man like me ain't never gonna let 'em off
Realest nigga that ever, ever was, ever
Ever was shut it, set it off
Litty buzzin' off cocaine
And I made the record
The brethren can never phantom
Of the level that
My brothers couldn't elevate to ahead of us
Eminem and any American that is leveling
I'm pretty but he could put you on anything
I've never been a brother they could sit on
And sitting was like a sussing
And I've been to the point that
They tapping on a McGregor tee
You know my style
And you gotta hold my style
They ain't bled enough or read anything
Wait, wait, brotha
I just looked across my bench-press
And saw eight plates, brotha
You ain't liftin' more than eighty
After eight steaks cut-up
I was rippin' eighty ten times
In the eighth grade, wallah
Played Beyblade, but
You ain't no bad boy, really
After this one drops
I'm confident all of Milan gon' feel me
After this one drops
I'm givin' you suttin' a tad more drilly
After that one's dropped, all the odds
My dad gon' kill me
Like "Wizzy, you mad boy, silly"
Nah, Dad, I'ma boss quick, million profit
You finna log in or log off, amigo
If I'm chillin' with Bob in
Milan with the squad
And you really gon' bop to Nitro
If he chillin' with her and he double her
Age and he think he a boss, he a pedo
I can't believe they're mad
Got dem men all walking around
With a Robert De Niro
Them man are weirdos, I forget

Murda, murda, murda
Seh we nuh afraid of people
Fuck what you heard of
Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda
So, please
Don't test me faith and stir up me hunger
Murda, murda, murda
Seh we nuh afraid of people
Fuck what you heard of
Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda
Me buddie are the ruffest that
You ever heard of

E se non so chi sei bussi nella notte e puoi
E quando ti incontro sai
Cristo, vedo solo guai ahi, ahi