Artist: Juelz Santana ft. Cam'Ron
Song: Murda Murda
Typed By: _DymondPryncess31@aol.com

[Intro]
OUT IN THE STREET THEY CALL IT MURDA...
Up...Gun Tucked
Niggaz Front...Get bucked
Den...

[Chorus 1-Juelz Santana]
Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, I'm Bout tah

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, I'm Bout tah

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, I'm Bout tah

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, these

[Verse 1-Juelz Santana]
I stay up, my gun tucked, I gives a fuck
So...Welcome to Jam Rock
No, welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones in tanned box
Kids play in the sandbox
Other kids lay in boxes with sand tops
We can't stop, this, Murda, murda, mu-murder
Murda, mu-murda, shit, this
Servin, servin, se-servin, servin
Se-servin bricks, we, purchase, purchase
Pu-purchase, and, purchase, pu-purchase whips
We, swervin, swervin, swe-swervin
Swervin, on purpose
Try to stop me, you aint kid
Try to pop me, you can't live
So you'll need an oxygen tank, shit
And for those bucks, I'm no punk
I'm Scarface coked up, you know what
I think I need another hit, you know who you fucking wit

[Chorus 2-Juelz Santana]

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, I'm Bout tah

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, I'm Bout tah

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, I'm Bout tah

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder these

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder (Murda)

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder (Murda)

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder (Murda)

Murda, murda, mu-murda,
Murda, mu-murder, murda these...

[Verse 2-Juelz Santana]
I bang, I sling, my nuts hang, Yup
So don't get it confused, or fucked up
My dudes will jump up, the rugger dump, dump, buck, buck
And...Act stupid the gat shootin'
We'll leave you there, leave you squared
Boxed down, boxed out, he who dares(dares)
Don't play, be calm now, calm down kuz
We all know you not a killa killa guerilla man
Ya'll know I get the skrilla skrilla for realla fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter man
Never catch me tripping, slipping, and kill me, damn
I show the hood love, they show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
Naw, you can't keep a black man down
I'm world wide, Harlem's own Manhattan bound

[Chorus 2-Juelz Santana w/ Cam'Ron talking over]

[Verse 3-Cam'Ron]
Killa, Killa, mo' killing, killing for killa, killa
Feel the deala, chinchillas they could fit on gorillas
Santana bananas, cooked bananas wrapped in bandanas
Hammers hammers,no cameras,you'll be running to nanna
Nanna nanna Santana, he be holding barettas
Killa Killa kill civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' better, better, chedder, chedder, you be dead on ya leva
For chedder, chedder, heads we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now, now, get ma Bapes rii
Come through late night, I know what it tastes like
Some good coke dog, go get ya base piped
Put on ma Laker jersey, den I go rape white
You got G ma? I got G too shit
She wanna fly G4, wont fly G2
Need $10,000 you wont get it a G boo
Only G you gettin is me, OG true

[Outro-Juelz Santana talking]
HAHA...HAHA
I told you, I told you, you niggas in trouble man
Dipset, the new season has officially begun
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye