azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

pastor troy - murda man lyrics

Loading...

[verse]
iiiiiii’m comin, two .50 cal’s in hand
long goat-tee n-gga the taliban
i’m murda man, i’m tryna murk somethin
this ain’t for ??? cheese i’m tryna hurt somethin
these n-ggas claimin g’z, claimin they run the south east
how you run the sh-t in that buck buck caprice?
atleast, you oughta know bout my flow
the p the t the r the o
the y n-gga, i’m so fly call me jet
jump off in the ocean still ain’t wet
i flex, i motherf-ckin ball better ask em
catch a n-gga talkin sh-t n motherf-ckin blast em
murda, m-u-r-d-a
im pumpin gats at whoever in the way
im back wit gun play, don’t think they undastand
but i don’t think they wanna f-ck wit the murda man, murda man

[hook]
i don’t think they wanna f-ck with the murda man
f-ck wit the murda man, f-ck wit the murda man, well uh-huh
(4x)

[verse]
yaaaaa’ll trippin, now everybody crunk
yall n-ggas gon make me pop the trunk
cuz i remember way back in the day
when the atl wasn’t gettin no play
then i came out, dropped we ready
n-ggas went to bouncin, ridin them box chevy’s
but i guess that was then, this is now
when i catch ya -ss in the street the gun blow, blow
i represent the hard, i represent the angle
i represent the real, i represent the danger
i represent the cars, i represent the dream
i represent respect, i’m representin my team
it’s mister pt aka murda man
ya pistol in ya car, my pistol in my hand
and you can ask chan, i shot a n-gga van
dont think you understand, i’m the f-ckin murda man, murda man and

[hook]

[verse]
stiiiiiiiill spinnin, empty my magazine
i jump off in my limousine and flee the scene
this ain’t the swat team, this ain’t lil scr-p n them
i rep that hard sh-t and f-ck a platinum
and little jon, used to by homey, used to be my ace
now i wanna slap the the taste out ya mouth
n-gga down south i’m a legend
when ya see me keep motherf-ckin steppin
and flexin, so what you gotta a at n-gga
that don’t mean sh-t to a south side k!lla
wussup shay? wussup tod?
on that -ss, shady park
murda, m-u-r-d-a
im bustin shots at whoever in my way
c-ckin my a-k, don’t think they understand
but i don’t think they wanna f-ck wit the murda man, murda man, and

[hook]



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...