Big O - Murda Musik

Murda Musik

Intro

Yo' J'. ('Sup?)
I don't think these niggas ready for this.
We ain't fucking around here.
*Shots firing* This is motherfucking Murda Musik!

[Verse 1] (Starts at 0:16)

It's a cold night, got the barrel down your eyes.
Say your final words nigga, better realize.
Has it settled in yet? You about to die.
You been dealt the consequences niggas wonder why.

It's a dirty game, enemies end up the same.
Murder of the first degree tied to my name.
Shouldn't fucked with me dawg you the one to blame.
Another victim to my list, another that I'll claim.

[Chrous]

Murda Musik...
Murda Musik...
This is motherfucking...
Murda Musik!

[Verse 2]

Yeah nigga you know that this is Murda Musik.
Your death lies within my hands you don't get to choose it.
Better shut your fucking mouth before I fucking lose it.
You was a snitch, I knew it. Your brain I fucking blew it.
And I admit to that while others like "I didn't do it".
But I'm smart with the evidence so try to prove it.
Jamal Boii' got me like I got my homies back.
I had to blast a few niggas to get where I'm at.
And I don't regret nothing that I did in my past.
I had to duck and cover but I kill a nigga fast.
And from my skill you can tell that I am from Seville.
Murder capital of the world, niggas getting killed.

[Chorus x2]

Murda Musik...
Murda Musik...
This is motherfucking...
Murda Musik!

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah.
Shout out to my big homie Jamal.
My crew down at GMR.
Marcus, D', I see you.
Shout out to the Seville Boulevard Families.
GSF, too.
Seville Boulevard, 1-8-7 on 'em.

*Fades out*