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Murderah
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Murderah was released on March 20, 2001 by Newline as a part of the album The Gift
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Release DateMarch 20, 2001
LabelNewline
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darren Vega
Darren Vega
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
VEGA, DARREN
VEGA, DARREN
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Murderer, murderer
Murderer, murderer
[Verse 2]
Enemies, please, I keep my chest out, believe me
Seven hundred lawyers and they all actin' greedy
Money hungry, strugglin' while thuggin'
My baby mama complain, I'm with pain
The cigarettes that tame enemies filled with pain
Itchy fingers while **** they snitched out
And bitches inches from havin' pussy poppers with pistol switches
Picture that
[Verse 3]
Actually I'm happy, daddy just don't understand
I'm back on the block with my Chucks and my man
And restore my sexuality when all the chickens was virgins
Rebellin' in excursions wonderin' in front of suburbans
And my community, we watch fights but it really don't bother me
Sodomized by poverty
[Verse 4]
'Cause no one thinkin' about our babies
'Cause no one thinkin' about our babies
Yeah, yeah, murderer, murderer
Yeah, yeah, murderer, murderer
[Verse 5]
Heavily in this drug thing
And if they can stop Saddam from sellin' missiles
How we saturated with pistols?
They illegalize and taxed it with shame and mark my words
They doin' the same thing with cocaine and herb
How do we everyday handle well, Jesus plant the seeds
And help these little boys and girls ease their minds
And I ain't talkin' about smoking weed
The word is all you need, follow my lead, I'm thorough
[Verse 6]
I know with different homies barreled through different burrows
Have double barrel, pro hammers and I sold crack to Cheryl
That was last seen
Got cleansed to save my self and ain't no turnin' around
'Cause I'm more like gangster
[Verse 7]
'Cause no one thinkin' about our babies
'Cause no one thinkin' about our babies
Yeah, yeah, murderer, murderer
Yeah, yeah, murderer, murderer
[Verse 8]
Here for the babies and I'm taking my kids with me
See Moses never made it to the promise land, Satan, come get me
He's ready to burn us all, baptize in flames like Cain
Takin' a shot to my body, can't enemies aim for my brain?
Pray for the devil, hopin' he change his ways, he still laughin'
Screamin' I don't know the half but tell me, what the fuck done happen?
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, God got my back, remember that
And fuck me 'cause I'm on the attack
[Verse 9]
Can't waste my time with these ****, my brothers are just like me
Makin' a form with the image but I love to scrimmage with the team
Believe in Jesus, indeed, huh
Gotta get more deeper, concentrate on the love
Satan is getting weaker
[Verse 10]
'Cause no one thinkin' about our babies
'Cause no one thinkin' about our babies
Yeah, yeah, murderer, murderer
Yeah, yeah, murderer, murderer
Written by: Mc Cane Bryon, VEGA, DARREN
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