MURDA

Shoot shooting
 You line up with your man
 Duck and reload (duck and reload, murda)
 You see my pockets empty
 But they say lift my hands
 Tell 'em bomaye
 Way they do my blood
 Dying on the streets
 (Murda, murda, murda, murda)
 Running from the law
 Pray don't lose my feet
 (Murda, murda, murda, murda)
 Me no be the nervous one
 Me no be disturbing none
 Yet I see the mans and run (murda)
 We are not to run too long
 They were never scary
 Tell 'em bomaye
 Way they do my blood
 Dying on the streets
 (Murda, murda, murda, murda)
 Running from the law
 Pray don't lose my feet
 (Murda, murda, murda, murda)
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 Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
 Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
 Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda)
 Exodus, Exodus, Exodus
 Murda
 Yeah (Exodus)
 Yeah (Exodus)
 Yeah (Exodus)
 Murda
 Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
 Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
 Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda)
 Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda)
 Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda)
 Murda, murda, murda, murda