Ransom - Murdah Muzik Lyrics
(Verse)We like a platoon, I be with some wild wild boysIn the saloon killin like the wild cowboysBow down boys, you need to eat, chow down boysAnd get hit with the pound soundboard***** a shot, I don’t ***** with cops nigga, I’m like Al CaponeOnce they release you they gon eat you outta house and homeCop that, leanin off the chromeYou been a hater, dump you in incinerators, never found yo bonesNow we got the coke back bouncingWe cocaine cowboys, we Brokeback MountainFlow like a fountain, throw one a thousand900 stacks, that’s racks, you in housingWe tryna get real estateDo the right thing, left it right wing in the real estateI feel the hate as I feel the buzzBuild a buzz sorta like the high that you feel from drugsAnd I don’t need rehabI could play with The Rock, this shit off like Steve NashMedicinal though, got the weed passEverything the flow, I can see cashMoney, everybody gullyFull clip in my wall reach with the skullySnug fit on my thug shitGot that 38 with the snow tipI ain’t stressin please, he stressed at thesePowder every day, are like zed believesWhy you all attending?‘Cus my pockets got a ball jamming?I’m in the hood and I indulge in itAuthentic, yall fabricatedThe whips all tinted, just a mascaraed that I had to say‘Cus now I’m getting aggravatedI’m mad they hated, they never congratulated(Verse)Niggas mad, they don’t how gratitudeWalk in these rapper shoesI ain’t gotta respect these niggas who paid half the duesI can scream out names but then what that approve?Jerry Heller, these fat niggas who got an attitudeThis all coast, pull strings like a tar noseTurn a live nigga into compostThere ain’t no convos ‘cus eulogy is coming to in 3’sThrough the greeze you can freeze in the coolest breezeThink you should leave, niggas ain’t so into yo barsCus niggas pointin fingers like I’m sending you homeThere’s a live band playing, gun in the guitar caseScarface, shootout speeding while in a car chaseBoth the gav niggas on park placeRaw apes, look at the look at Nicki Minaj’ faceLook at these phony niggas you call greatI lost faith between shootouts, killings and court datesI’m brass, what can I say?Filthiest nigga in the church like can I pray?Grimiest nigga on the bench like can I play?And leave these incognito niggas MIA ahPeople that judge us, I bet they suffer twiceDrop the ME’s, nigga look up to ChristYou ain’t gotta believe, nigga I’m *****in niceMe and Hitch best two men never to clutch a mic
