Murda B
Murda B “On The Radar” Freestyle

[Intro]
Yes, sir, baby, On The Radar Radio freestyles
Yo, Murda B in the building
I'ma step out, she gon' step in and kill this, alright?
Let's go
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
Like
(Sauer, you shelled this, man)
Like, like

[Verse 1]
Why these n***as chattin' like they caught a hit?
Was around and y'all wasn't on shit
I catch me a—, make him do a flip
Headshot, then we gotta dip, like
Gun around my hip
Smokin' dead n***as out the zip
I ain't dyin' so young, I empty out the clip
We gon' bend on the opps, leave 'em on the strip, like

[Chorus]
Yes, I fuck with the S
Bullets hittin', rippin' through his chest
Said you smokin' who? N***a, go get left
Talkin' on the bro, gonna meet your death, like
And I know I put on for my block
I swear I had the whole city on the lock
Don't you stop runnin' when I up this chop
Murda B ringin' bells, don't think I'll ever stop
[Verse 2]
I don't say the same shit every song
But these n***as, they never put on
If I catch me an opp, then I'm gettin' it on
Sayo was on me, he sendin' like four
And that bitch wanna match
Sense some dissin', let's talk on the facts
That bitch steady talkin', got hit with the smack
All black, ski'd up, I be movin' tact', like
And you know it, I'ma blow it
And I'm made for this shit, I'ma show it
If I catch me a opp, then you know I'ma throw
Top two, not two and you already know it
Fuck the 'net, I'ma say it like that
Run up on me and you know you get clapped
Put me on the verse and you know I'ma snap, like
I'm the Trend, but I stay with a Makk, like

[Chorus]
Yes, I fuck with the S
Bullets hittin', rippin' through his chest
Said you smokin' who? N***a, go get left
Talkin' on the bro, gonna meet your death, like
And I know I put on for my block
I swear I had the whole city on the lock
Don't you stop runnin' when I up this chop
Murda B ringin' bells, don't think I'll ever stop
[Outro]
Like, grrah, grrah
Like, every opp shot
Grrah
Boom, boom, boom
Like, everything dead