Freeway - Murda lyrics

[Intro:] The cannon the cannon Yeah, Datpiff.com world premier [Verse 1:] Act got him leaning he really fiending He used to be the man on the field he Willie beaming Big bro pumping his head he really deaning I'm just tryna thicken the plot i'm really scheming Hmmm leave him cold when i'm steaming Let the chopper get the screaming made the doctor get the cleaning n***a, back buzzing n***as back balling Them b**hes jump ship them b**hes back calling Love for these streets ain't no love for these freaks She was s**ing me off now she f**ing with Neef sh** it never surprised us once I hit her i'm off her Once she give the wombs and sh** all she can offer Learn that from uncle Veno Heromedics and peno once we hit em we get em We ain't causing a scene though On site no bike life they riding like chino Bring a end to your day n***as digging your grave, b**h [Chorus:] Murda dem murda dem Any competition am go murda dem Murda dem murda dem All this competition I come to murda dem [Verse 2:] Uh we just getting this paper, taking trips to Jamaica Got me some more acres living with no neighbours Living life in the ghetto piping them metals n***as claiming yo clock put some ice in the bezel Hitting sh** from a far roll a spliff in the jar Papi give me some work I be finish tomorrow Rolling that lala she popping that na na Who copping that sh**, extended clip for that ra ra I'm smoking that totem she busting it open p**y looking like lotion finna dive in that ocean I'm talking that Milli, i'm chasing that milli Fully loaded to drum n***as waiting to chill me Catch that work in the drop young n***as working the house You n***as get outta line them n***as marking sh** off I'm from the home of the k**ers real as the gangsters and dealers Fresh n***as f**ing these b**hes molly [?] getting some thriller Shopping at Stacy Adams, b**hes eat there we had em n***as don't want no status down on them ratchet [?] Once we loaded and them haters shoot them exposing you divas We [?] with d**h b**h so you know they can't beat us p**y [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I just came home from Europe it's the life of a Tour I used to be on suburb streets selling rocks outta tours Man I rocked out the garden and I rocked over shores People jumping for me and touches they loving New Orleans Bubble of [?] they was above the water Some thirsty brat haters they don't get none a the water [?] and lean put the beam on the tours Just keep on rolling these put you under water This is [?] manslaughter on on yo camcorder You can hear how I ride on your Ipod You can visit my home through your Iphone Come to my lab on your Ipad New technologies reality but I spit quality till ma salary Surpa** your salary My dream cars reality I play monopoly while you ride with a bus pa** Don't get it twisted I started with a rough life Turned all ma ink gods into a must have Started off broke now i'm faded with a lot of cash Everytime I post a selfie get enough likes Drama, Tom calls me plumber cause I bust pipes Winter it's Timbs in the summer yea we rock mics I, boy freezing why you think I rock ice And ima stop bragging mama said it's not nice Uh yeah yeah uh This is the network 3 [Outro:] Uh yeah yeah People people uh This is the network 3 People Uh yeah yeah Uh uh yeah network 3 The cannon the cannon