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