Lil' Wayne, Cory Gunz, Junior Reid, Capó - Murda

[Chorus: 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 talkin', bullshit walks on crutches but
It's strut to strut.
Niggas pani, button pressin', the end is comin',
Count your blessings,
We livin' in the day and time where the ten commandments
Are not 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 acapella,
Based on a true story, we not worry you too worried,
I faced my fears and told them mothafuckas, ‘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.

[Chorus: 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 2: Cory Gunz]
Yo, Tune, point, and I'm dustin' niggas,
I ain't talkin' lacing no marijuana,
Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail,
And I don't give two fucks, I ain't a koala.
My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous,
All he see in my face is murder,
Waste a burna is my waste a furnace,
I'm pacin' turners, your face the thermos.
First birthday wish was gettin' caked 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 mothafuckin' make-up,
Take off lookin' 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 thirty for a jar of dope,
But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap.
Blowin' so much, you sneezin' dick,
Believe in me, I don't believe in shit.
Y'all pinchin' pennies? I'm squeezin' drip,
It's Young Money till I'm in the freezer stiff,
Bitch!

[Chorus: 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 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 rapr, man, the back soakin' gang,
Cartier frames got them lookin' 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 stickin' to the script, you know I switched,
We now switch.

[Chorus: 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.