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Murda Mil
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Murda Mil was released on January 1, 1990 by Jive as a part of the album Street Scriptures
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1990
LabelJive
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amar Miller
Amar Miller
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Smith
J. Smith
Composer
D. Mcpherson
D. Mcpherson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ike Dog
Ike Dog
Producer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, uh
What, what, uh
I look small in that big Caddy
And y'all know I got that shit so raw
That you can smell it through the baggy
I put it out there while y'all work it
A flea could put six on nine, but he just can't hurt it
You see me on them big-ass twenties that back earthin'
Freak the club one time while y'all keep circlin'
I keep the trey pound snuffy, 'bout to hurt 'em with the pound bucky
We all pinchin' off a pound of fussy, they all love me
'Round the way, broads with trees on
To the dime bitches with the double G's on
You **** leave when the weed gone
That's why I run with a few that's gon' love me when the G's gone
I leave where we at shelly
Don't make me put somethin' in your belly or somethin' in your skully
'Cause you know when you standin' there in front of my gun
You gettin' shot or gettin' cracked with the butt of the gun
My team see dough, I hang around old dogs and Nino's
That keep chino and ride with the M-3-0
It's free birds on the holiday
And got kids lined up from blocks away when it's dollar day
Me, Rock, and Rap gettin' rubber in the Calloway
Beam on the Calico, hit you from a mile away
You **** wanna feel the pain, you can die today
Fuckin' 'round with Ike Mill and Beans and Black Friday
They call me Murda, Murda, Murda, when Mill spit shit
Murda, Murda, Murda, that real shit be
Murda, Murda, Murda, try Mill, **** will
Murda, Murda, Murda, you know the deal, ****
Murda, Murda, Murda, when Mill spit shit
Murda, Murda, Murda, that real shit be
Murda, Murda, Murda, try Mill, **** will
Murda, Murda, Murda, you know the deal, ****
Who fuckin' with Ike's shit? Who fuckin' with Murda?
Who fuckin' with Philly town? The city of splurges
Who fuckin' with Beanie Sigel? Who fuckin' with Wayne Rich?
Who fuckin' with Black Friday? Who fuckin' with my shit?
They call me Murda, Murda, Murda Mill
Hoes used to ride before the deal
Ock, I kept the steel in the wheel before the deal
Glock in my lap, you know I got the rock under the mat
Dropped off hundreds of packs, ran through hundreds of gats
Run from the Mac, get you some in your back
How you gon' act when you see the drum on the gat?
Knowin' half y'all bitches got cum on your back
Dog, I'll bust off inside your bitch
And I'll give you all ten that's inside the clip
Hoodie up in the hooptie and ride your strip
Jump out, all you see is ****' eyes and lips
All my downtown **** on the cowboy tip
We all quick with the draw and we get it with raw
Years back, I was cased up like, "Fuck the law"
But Allah must've wanted me to spit it for y'all
Every car got the title now and no stress from the law
Everybody with me got some type of title now
Me and Mac blowin', brought the hood problems down
Still get it down, plus we sell albums now
They call me Murda, Murda, Murda, when Mill spit shit
Murda, Murda, Murda, that real shit be
Murda, Murda, Murda, try Mill, **** will
Murda, Murda, Murda, you know the deal, ****
Murda, Murda, Murda, when Mill spit shit
Murda, Murda, Murda, that real shit be
Murda, Murda, Murda, try Mill, **** will
Murda, Murda, Murda, you know the deal, ****
Written by: D. Mcpherson, J. Smith
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