Young Gizzle, Max YB, Fettuccini, Hitchcock - Murda Lyrics

When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears
We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda

When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears
We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda

Sex, money & murder my niggas know about it
All that talkin aint heard of niggas gon blow about it
RIP Revenue, my nigga was so about it
Swear its a war outside, cant leave ya home without it
I done lost so many niggas in the field
Probably why im always high, smoking weed and popping pills
All I know is homicide, survival when shit get real
Youngin told me fuck a job, too many opps to go drill
Now its man down, cause these niggas dont respect nothing but that blam sound
Through whatever im standing up i never stand down
Shots fired if I dont feel niggas, its like a full-time job not to kill niggas
Born in dirty Jersey City i know real killers, this Chilltown but aint no chill with us
Pour liqour for all the homies thats gone i know they still with us
When Smoke clear, I'll be there with some real hitters

When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears
We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda

When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears
We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda

Murda that was all that she wrote, they got the whole thing
365 days we sending all pain
When the gun blows, shots fall niggas is hopeless
Shooter yes he's strapped with a beam, his aim is focus
Its gon be a Murda, we aint showing no love we just messing shit up
Its gon be a Murda, we aint showing no love we just messing shit up
Its gon Be a Murda

Yeah, you popping pills I prefer to drink
On my third body, Irv Gotti how i murder ink
Learn to think 'for i let the gun blow, gung-ho
When i play the block like Mutumbo, i keep one hundo
With a dumb flow that you lackin soldier
Off the rip you get stripped like acetone
Give a fuck about the beats that you rapping over
Im a technician, set tripping like Casanova
Pack a black nine 'for the lord take us
Black on black crime guess we all racists
We caught cases in Northfaces , now we off to the horse races
Cause everybody's a thoroughbred, i get love in my city i dont care what your borough said
I clap you then clap him then clap daughter that order, put led in him like tap water

When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears
We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda

When the gun blows, when the shots fall, when the smoke clears
We'll be right here, its gon be a Murda