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Estelle

"Murda"

[Intro: Estelle & Ini Kamoze]
Said we don't wanna murda
That's why we keep it full of pure life
And roll is all we know, I
Things is hard enough for dis a real fight
Cause we don't wanna, we don't wanna murda pon the scene
Run go tell the people that is blessings we ah bring
'Cause (out in the streets, they call it murder)

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]
OK, huh
I’m from, East Atlanta, up the street from Candler
Elbows on the table, they didn’t teach us manners
Sell those to my neighbors, and we keep them hammers
Play with me, it be a (murder) okay
Now that we got that understood, where my n*ggas from the hood?
All they do is cook the hard, quick to push a bunch of kush
All my crooks behind them walls, I put money on their books
Who got caught up on a (murder) huh
So where my bad b*tches? 3 A.M., still let me crash b*tches
Let me use they condo for a stash b*tches
Brought me cash, strippin', I love that way that ass switchin'
That lil' pus*y I’ma (murder) hahahah
I need a jumper, that’s a transporter
I need 'em all, 448 and not a gram shorter
She say they charged her baby daddy with a manslaughter
We prayin' for him cause he coulda caught a (murder)

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]
Yeah, better keep that thang when you (out in the streets)
Can’t be playing no games with n*ggas (out in the streets)
Shawty better use your brain when you (out in the streets)
n*ggas in the chain gang for sh*t they did (out in the streets)
So homie, stay in your lane when you (out in the streets)
Don't let them play you like no lame when you (out in the streets)
I done seen n*ggas get slain, laid (out in the streets)
It’s 'bout the money not the fame when you (out in the streets)

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]
Yeah, huh, can’t lie, the street sh*t is mesmerizing
Never realize what you jeopardizing ‘til the Feds arriving
We just surviving, kicking doors is what we specialize in
"It's just a robbery boy, don't make this a (murder)"
Huh, that was the slogan if we heard you holding
I seen my partna take a bullet and his shirt was soakin'
Free my n*gga Greg, they gave him life, my heart was broken
He got locked up back when Ja Rule was yellin' (murder)
I don't smoke it if it ain’t no orange hairs in my purple
Waffle-ass n*gga, ain’t no squares in my circle
Just a bunch of players, a few drug dealers that'll serve you
And a couple n*ggas that'll (murder)
Huh, before the root of all evil, you was all peaceful
Now a hater trying to kill you, you of all people
And the rules of the streets is all legal
n*ggas lie, steal or even (murder)

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]
Yeah, better keep that thang when you (out in the streets)
Can’t be playing no games with n*ggas (out in the streets)
Shawty better use your brain when you (out in the streets)
n*ggas in the chain gang for sh*t they did (out in the streets)
So homie, stay in your lane when you (out in the streets)
Don't let them play you like no lame when you (out in the streets)
I done seen n*ggas get slain, laid (out in the streets)
It’s 'bout the money not the fame when you (out in the streets)

[Outro: Estelle & Ini Kamoze]
Said we don't wanna murda
That's why we keep it full of pure life
And roll is all we know, I
Things is hard enough for dis a real fight (murder)
Cause we don't wanna, we don't wanna murda pon the scene
Run go tell the people that is blessings we ah bring
'Cause (out in the streets, they call it murder)
Out in the streets, they call it murder

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