murderah

Bizzy Bone

Muderah, murderah. Daren. Murderah, murderah (Hahah).

Enemies, please, I keep my chest out, believe me/ Seven hundred lawyers, and they all actin? greedy, money-hungry/ Strugglin? while thuggin? it, my baby mama complains i?m too vain, the cigarettes detained, enemies feel the pain/ Itchy figguhz, while niggas stay snitched out then bitches, inches from havin? pussies/ Papa whooped us with switches, picture that/ How silly I?m happy, daddy just don?t understand/ I?m back on the block with my chucks in my land/ And, explored my sexuality when all the chickens was virgins/ (Now) we bailin? in Excursions, muderin?, then burnin? up Suburbans/ In my community we watch fights, but it really don?t bother me/ Sodemized by poverty/ Cause no one's thinkin? ?bout our babies/ No one?s thinkin? ?bout our babies

Trained murderah, murderah

Heavily in this drug thang, and if they can stop Saddam from selling missiles, how are we saturated with pistols?/ They done legalized and taxed it with shame, and mark my words, they doin? the same thing with cocaine and herb!/ How do we elevate in the world? Jesus, plant the seeds and help these little boys and girls ease they mind, and I ain?t talkin? about smokin? weed, the word is all you need!/ Follow my lead, I?m thorough! I?m narrow with different homies, bail thru different buroughs/ Have double barrel, pearl handles, and my soul cracked the Sheryl!/ That ain?t a blast fiend, God cleansed and saved my soul/ And ain?t no turnin? around, ?cause the morals can?t cope/ There?s no one thinkin? ?bout our babies/ No one?s thinkin? ?bout our babies

Here for the babies, and I?m takin? my kids with me/ See, Moses never made it to the promise land, Satan, come get me! He?s ready to burn us all, baptized in flames like Kane/ Takin? a shot to my body, can?t let enemies aim to my brain/ Praying for the devil, hopin? he change his ways, he?s still laughin?, screamin? I don?t know the half, well tell me what the fuck done happened? I ain?t worried about a damn thang, God got my back, remember that!/ And fuck me ?cause i?m on the attack!/ Can?t waste my time with these niggas, my brothers is just like me/ Made in the form or the image, but I love to scrimage with the team/ Believe in Jesus, indeed, ha! It?ll get more deeper, concentrate on the love, Satan is getting weaker/ There?s no one thinkin? ?bout our babies/ No one?s thinkin? ?bout my babies