Lil’ Wayne – Murda Lyrics

[Hook: Junior Reid]

First degree murda

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef weh make burga

The youths dem strapped with dem burner

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such

The street talking, bullshit walks on crutches but it’s strut to strut

Niggas panic button pressing the end is coming

Count your blessings

We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions

How depressing, how invested click clack, pow intestines

Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies

I found the crevice

AK bullets move mountains

Break them bitches down to pebbles

That tough talk is like music to my ears so keep it a capella

Based on a true story we not worry you too worried

I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y’all too gorgeous

Dread head from New Orleans

Where the youth dem got two choices

Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you

We murdered them

[Hook: Junior Reid]

First degree murda

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef weh make burga

The youths dem strapped with dem burner

First degree murda

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef weh make burga

The youths dem strapped with dem burner

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]

Yo, Tune point and I’m dusting niggas

I ain’t talking lacing no marijuana

Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail

And I don’t give 2 fucks I ain’t a koala

My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous

All he see in my face is murda

Waste a burna is my waste a furnace

I’m pacing turners your face the thermos

First birthday wish was getting picked up

Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up

Lay down and a model bitch ache up

Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob

Play tough taped off of this day pub

Race off like some motherfucking make up

Take off looking for something to take up

Want the paper? Or you want in the paper?

Not horoscopes but in the horror scope

Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope

They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope

But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap

Blowing so much you sneezing dick

Believe in me I don’t believe in shit

Y’all pinching pennies? I’m squeezing drip

It’s Young Money till I’m in the freezer stiff

Bitch

[Hook: Junior Reid]

First degree murda

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef weh make burga

The youths dem strapped with dem burner

First degree murda

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef weh make burga

The youths dem strapped with dem burner

[Verse 3: Capo]

It’s all about the money nigga fuck the fame

Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day

Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again

Pop the pills for the pain but still won’t feel a thing

It’s deeper than this rapper man the back soaking gang

Cartier frames got them looking at me strange

Why pre mostly heard in the rally same?

Lowkey can still get a brick off my name

Now I’mma tell you this here for my youngin and them

The same ones I help the corners with do numbers with

If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick

Caught an L sticking to the script you know I switched

We now switch

[Hook: Junior Reid]

First degree murda

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef weh make burga

The youths dem strapped with dem burner

First degree murda

Beg dem nuh push it further

This a nuh beef weh make burga

The youths dem strapped with dem burner