Murda

It's murder
Catch this brudda, you know it's murder
Try and run up on me, it's murder
Keep running your mouth, it's murder
You know it's murder
When I run up on your block, it's gon' be murder
Try and run up on a nigga, you know it's murder
Keep running your mouth, it's murder

Where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cause
It's murder, it's murder
Where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cause
It's murder, it's murder

Cruising down the street and I know these niggas wan' scheme on me
Niggas on the lean and bop, they come and try lean on me
She tried set me up, why you gon' set me up?
Why you wan' set me up?
Know it's gon' be murder
'Kay, let me start my story-time quick
Yeah I'm on my Balamory-Time shit
Met this lightskin chick on my strip
Can't believe I let this bitch in my whip
Thinking I should call my guy quick
Bucked him at the petrol station by Wickes
Told him follow me, he said he's riding
On the motorway but I can't find him
So I decided, let me drop her yard
Thought it would be cool, thought it would be calm
See a couple bruddas coming to my car
Thinking "shit, I gotta run 'em all over", I run 'em all over
Now they're on the floor, broad-day
Pushed her out my car, no way
Thought one of them was rolling up, slowly
So I was like "where's my gun?"

So where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cause
It's murder, it's murder
Where's the burner, the burner, the burner
When I see ya, I will turn up, let's turn up
Got the Tina for Turner, you learnt cause
It's murder, it's murder

I know these niggas hating and wanna try take my flow
If you try cross my path your girl will get RKO'd
I don't wanna talk too much
I think I've said enough
Nigga stop acting up
Know it's gon' be murder, yo

I'm with dem.32s and.44s, I stay gunning
With the one-pop, my nigga, you better just keep running
Got the ting cocked, I'm clapping up Clapham so say sutting
Press a button, y'ain't ready, I'm ready so stop fronting
Got the ting round the corner, you don't want no drama
Man will smoke him, I'll bun him just like marijuana
First I'll miss, I'll be coming back just like karma
Finger itching, I'm needing a larma

So where's the burner, the burner, the burner, yeah
And if you're ready, I'm ready, let's turn up, yeah