Audio Push - Murda lyrics

[Intro: Arsonal] I just feel like we gotta go in Y'all got the right n***a for the job this time Oh, we snapping on this sh** [Verse 1: Arsonal] Arsonal uh A young n***a from the Eastside, me I'm certified, I don't need I-D f** a hater I'll see him later He gon' need a favor and a long run f** a cop, I keep a chopper that's a long gun Hop grindin' way before the [?] Know it's a hit way before we record one I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4 Blunts out the face I'mma need 3 more I started flexin' as a youngin' I was gettin' money I was selling weed, all the b**hes love me Trouble with the law, started gettin' ugly Scamming with my homie just to get some money Grew up in the trenches, I had good intentions Want it done right? then you should do the bidness I don't trust n***as, I get too suspicious Crack on the stove and make mama do the dishes f**in' up the China, gotta look behind ya Hollow tips inside ya, just a brief reminder I'm from a city where daughters sell vagina Cops are shootin' minors, all these n***as liars Apologize now n***a, pardon your looks Download all my sh** off on iTunes I'm out here giving all my audio push They got me motivated If they say I'm the best then don't debate it Success is overrated, bidness is best negotiated So let's a**ociate it with d**h, I know they hate it His flesh exfoliated, what happened? The tech, a phony ate it with pa**ion I was working long days they was nappin' I struggle, I was cryin' they was laughin' 3 mill for a deal [?] I don't want a hundred thousand playing Madden [?] took all my chips and cashed in But thanks for askin' Let a n***a try me like they don't know who I be I'm me, I'm G, hit the homies out in I.E One word, body Hominy that's a murda [Hook: Price] [?] that's a murda Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a murda Yeah Murda murda yeah Murda murda murda Damn, murda murda yeah Like they never heard it [Verse 2: Price] Understand I got God with me, so the evils can never hurt me I.E. you see it on my jersey I just call up Ars when I'm out in Jersey Tell 'em I need a white girl that look like Fergie Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em furry Make a running money in a hurry Solo on these missions cause these n***as scurry Mama said to trust in what the reverend say I look at my skin and see a better way Young black king, they ain't never say that people my color was running Heaven gates I got two phones, no Kevin Gates One for bad times, one for better days I don't answer the one for bad times cause I need good vibes around me all seven days I got bad b**hes on my resume I hit the booth and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday I don't see no better way If it's mula that'll be made till Saturday I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never late I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes Gotta set it straight I know n***as from Grape like Lil' Lay I got stocks from the Benz, no never scrape Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't grow the same Lost homies to this beef, you don't know the pain Price and S.Dot on the beat, you know a thing And I'm Price by the way, so you know the name From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain I got the West on my shoulders mane Yeah, you know that's a murda