MURDA

Shoot shooting You line up with your man Duck and reload (duck and reload, murda) You see my pockets empty But they say lift my hands Tell 'em bomaye Way they do my blood Dying on the streets (Murda, murda, murda, murda) Running from the law Pray don't lose my feet (Murda, murda, murda, murda) Me no be the nervous one Me no be disturbing none Yet I see the mans and run (murda) We are not to run too long They were never scary Tell 'em bomaye Way they do my blood Dying on the streets (Murda, murda, murda, murda) Running from the law Pray don't lose my feet (Murda, murda, murda, murda) Give me that (give me that), (Exodus) Give me that (give me that), (Exodus) Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda) Exodus, Exodus, Exodus Murda Yeah (Exodus) Yeah (Exodus) Yeah (Exodus) Murda Give me that (give me that), (Exodus) Give me that (give me that), (Exodus) Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda) Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda) Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda) Murda, murda, murda, murda