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dj kay slay - murda tha scene lyrics

[intro]
i murdered the scene
slay, what up?
hip hop frontline
blue chip in the building
you already know, yeah
i murdered the scene
king, look

[verse 1]
i’m feelin’ like i’m too hard for the game i’m in
caviar seats salmon, that’s five, i filet my benz
militant is how i train my men
n-gga diss me at 9, he’ll be floatin’ in the lake by ten
i don’t f-ck with them fuse liars
rather lay low with a sl-t, consumin’ my nut like a new diet
brother, i’m too fire (fire)
as far as beef, fifty cal desert eag’, my gun’ll defuse riots
talk tough under pictures for clout
when i see you, hope your heart is as big as your mouth
’cause your train will be rippin’ you out
now i’m rockin’ on ig live while i’m d-ckin’ your spouse
the god handle business
my young wolf keep a 22 on like andrew wiggins
you a b-tch and your man is snitchin’
real n-gga that rap, i’m not a rapper, understand the difference

[chorus]
i murdered the scene
i murdered the scene

[verse 2: haddy racks]
look, f-ck all that instagram beefin’, it’s on sight
now you gotta follow him and run into a n-gga in real life
beat him down and make his crew bleed
then you gotta tag him and post it all on your newsfeed
i don’t need the tec
i can get up close and stab you and watch you bleed to death
fake n-ggas i can’t respect
it’s like i don’t know they wifi p-ssword, we can’t connect
my spanish n-ggas will hand off pain
i can get you k!lled right after they finish up a handball game
out here close friends’ll murk you
it don’t mean somebody in your corner just ’cause he in your circle
you know they can’t wait for you to fall
or see you in the casket or either fightin’ cases with the law
i still rep a murderous team
haddy racks wrapped up, n-ggas know i murdered the scene
racks

[chorus]
i murdered the scene (what?)
i murdered the scene (bynoe, right)

[verse 3: bynoe]
murdered the scene, a code red
yellow tape the block up, boy, they all dead (uh)
they hit some parked cars but they got the opps
had the window rolled down when they spinned the block (right)
they do what i say so
tear the trunk off your whip with that draco
n0body seen sh-t, i wish you n-ggas tell
send him to your mama’s crib before i make bail
pillow talkin’ to these hoes got your homie hit
bandana on the barrel on some homie sh-t
that’s what happen when the grips come out
get your -ss a set of wings when the fifth rung out (yeah)
they knocked his dad hat off his head
closed casket, that’s a bonus, did him filthy for the bread
mask on, no chance to run
dial 911 when you see my gun ’cause i

[chorus]
i murdered the scene (yeah)
i murdered the scene (oh, i’m on ’em)

[verse 4]
i ain’t tryna hear none of you cats screamin’ new york’s back
’cause when the city fell off, where were you dudes at?
y’all was rappin’ all southern, i had new york’s back
and that’s word to the a-train, that’s a new york fact
well sh-t i been had the ammo, i just needed a gat
in the hands of the dj who wasn’t scared to clap
give slay the head nod (what else?), then turn my back
bet he catch you outside, homie, how ’bout that?
b-tches scared when i’m in here ’cause what i do to a track
i’ll leave your scalp wide open, ain’t no glue for that
homie, i black with the ink, i’ll go t-t for tat
that bar went over your head, you can bring that back
now if my dough not risin’, i’ma switch the batch
catch the first n-gga ballin’, make him kiss the bat
i’m from far rock, queens, we don’t get get the strap (you know why?)
’cause we ride with that sh-t in our lap
and when it’s on, motherf-ckers

[chorus]
i murdered the scene (yeah)
i murdered the scene

[verse 5: neek bucks]
ever since i can remember, a n-gga been gettin’ paid (facts)
rubber band up loaf for me, i ain’t talkin’ dej
n-gga can’t live with a body shot from the gauge
did some things i’ll never tell ’em, i’m takin’ ’em to the grave (that’s a fact)
streets gettin’ messy, can’t show these n-ggas no love (nah)
my mama told me you ain’t gon’ make it in sellin’ drugs
everybody had dumbs, i was cakin’ and sellin’ dubs
went broke, i don’t mind go and takin’ it from the plug
don’t even grab that
you ain’t gon’ use it, give me my strap back (give it back)
school full of enemies, hammer all in my backpack
numbers that we did, n-ggas still hustle to match that
i’m duckin’ what they throwin’, a bullet, ain’t tryna catch that
everybody got problems, up to you on how you handle it (facts)
fly lil’ n-gga in the sh-t that’s on the mannequin
heard these n-ggas plottin’, tell my n-ggas bring them hammers in
block gettin’ hotter, every day a n-gga gamblin’, bucks (kay slay, what up?)

[chorus]
i murdered the scene
i murdered the scene

- dj kay slay lyrics

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