Text písně Murder Murder

Out in the street 
They call it murder 

[Juelz Santana] + (sample) 
Up (in the street) 
Gun tucked (in the street) 
Niggaz front (in the street) 
Get bucked and (they call it murder) 
Up (in the street) 
Gun tucked (in the street) 
Buck buck and (they call it murder) 

[Chorus: Juelz Santana] 
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) 
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) 
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) 
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets 

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] 
I stay up 
My gun tucked 
I gives a fuck 
So, welcome to jamrock 
No, welcome to my damn block 
Where the slugs and cans pop 
For the ones and tan rocks 
Kids play in the sandbox 
Other kids 
Lay in boxes with sandtops 
You can't stop this 
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this 
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we 
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we 
Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch 
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid 
Try to pop me, you can't live 
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit 
And for those bucks 
I'm no punk 
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what 
(+sniff+) I think I need another hit 
(+sniff+) You know who you fuckin' with 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] 
I bang 
I slang 
My nuts hang, yup 
So don't get it confused or fucked up 
My dudes will jump up 
The ruger, dump dump, bup bup 
And (they call it murder) 
Act stupid, the gat's shootin (+gunshot+) 
We'll leave you there, leave you square 
Box style, box style, he who dares (dares) 
Don't play 
Be calm now, calm down cuz 
We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man 
Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam 
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man 
Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn 
I show the hood love 
They show me love back 
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that 
Nah, you can't keep a black man down 
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron] 
Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa 
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas 
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas 
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana) 
Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas 
Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better 
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever 
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together 
Get it together, now now get my pape's right 
Come through late night 
I know what it tastes like (what's that?) 
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe 
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8) 
You got G ma, I got G too, shit 

She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope) 
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo 
Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness 

[OUTRO: Juelz Santana] + (Cam'Ron) 
(Murder, murder) 
Haha, haha 
I told you 
I told you you niggaz was in trouble man 
DipSet (murda) 
The new season has officially begun (murda) 
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay


Diskografie Juelz Santana – Juelz Santana