Junior Reid - Murda lyrics

[Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murda Beg dem, nuh push it further This a nuh beef, weh make burga The youths, dem strapped with dem burner [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Real n***as say soo-woo And such and such k** such and such The street talking, bullsh** walks on crutches but It's strut to strut n***as panic bu*ton pressing the end is coming Count your blessings We living in the day and time where the ten commandments Are not suggestions How depressing How invested Click-clack, pow; intestines Bad b**hes in flower dresses with tight pussies I found the crevice AK bullets move mountains Break them b**hes down to pebbles That tough talk is like music to my ears so keep it acapella Based on a true story we not worry you too worried I faced my fears and told them motherf**ers y'all too gorgeous Dread head from New Orleans Where the youth dem got two choices Shoot or get shot or a n***a choose for you We murdered them [Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting n***as I ain't talking lacing no marijuana Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail And I don't give 2 f**s I ain't a koala My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous All he see in my face is murda Waste a burna is my waste a furnace I'm pacing turners your face the thermos First birthday wish was getting caked up Shoot a n***a wake up on the wake up Lay down and a model b**h ache up Then I put pearls in a b**h like Jacob Play tough taped off of this day pub Race off like some motherf**ing make up Take off looking for something to take up Want the paper? Or you want in the paper? Not horoscopes but in the horror scope Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope They gave my n***a 30 for a jar of dope But do a n***a dirty with a bar of soap Blowing so much you sneezing dick Believe in me I don't believe in sh** Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip It's Young Money till I'm in the freezer stiff b**h [Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner [Verse 3: Capo] It's all about the money n***a f** the fame Where we come from shots ring n***a broad day Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the sh** again Pop the pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing It's deeper than this rapper man the back soaking gang Cartier frames got them looking at me strange Why pre mostly heard in the rally same? Lowkey can still get a brick off my name Now I'mma tell you this here for my youngin and them The same ones I help the corners with do numbers with If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick Caught an L sticking to the script you know I switched We now switch [Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner