Murda Shit

[Intro: Solomon Childs] You going already right? Uh, huh Ya'll niggas get it, right? Hahaha, you get it, uh [Chorus: Solomon Childs] It's that real live murda shit This that real live, kick a nigga in his dick This that straight live, I'm just saying This that real live murda shit, I ain't playing It's that real live murda shit This that real live, pop a nigga in his hip This that straight live, I'm just saying This that real live murda shit, I ain't playing [Solomon Childs] My entourage live by the gun code Ritual over pit bull blood, animals deceased Infested venom, when I spit blood in these raps I put rats on they back Or in a hole, where it's wet and cold I put a bullet in your big head bitch, with a big nose Fronting like Beyonce Knowles, split your beer gut Like a fat pig, bury you alive where you can't dig ya way out Penitentiary war, you got no clout Your time's running out old man And automatic's don't jam This is murda shit, brought by heavy demand Nigga bow to the young Al Qaeda Or get dragged through the town like a traitor Starsky music, nigga, pay notes I get head from hoes that resemble Pepper Dennis, like John Stamos (White bitches, nigga!) [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] Uh, black opera, wild safari Jungle Menanti, heavyweight sypnosis Follow, or you'll be added to the deathlist Nigga, die fast, pain in my upper ass I'm dying already, so ain't nothing for me to blast Dishonor before death, automatic's spit side arm from the left The Tali' glitch, cold kick, I send 'em at ya baby mother, you bitch No homo, when you walk, you switch When the sonic flu color, breath from the nose of the cannon you snitch Certified hoodlum nigga, lived that boulevard terrordome Centerfold military edition of Rolling Stone, with power, like Brian Nichols caught off with the chrome I spit a straight insilin coma Magnified, nigga, the sea stone roamer [Chorus]