Lil Wayne — Murda

[Intro: Junior Reid] Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah [Chorus: Junior Reid] First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, real niggas say soowoo And such and such killed such and such The streets talk and bullshit walks on crutches, but It's strut to strut Niggas panic Button pressing The end is coming Count your blessings We living in the day and time Where the ten commandments Are now suggestions How depressing How infested Click-clack, pow, intestines Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies I found the crevice AK bullets move mountains Break them bitches down to pebbles That tough talk is like music to my ears So keep it a capella Based on a true story We not worried, y'all too worried I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous Dread head from New Orleans Where the youth, them got two choices Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you We murdered them [Chorus: Junior Reid] First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas I ain't talking lacing no marijuana Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail And gave two fucks, I ain't a koala My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous All he see in my face is murder Waste a burner is my waste a furnace I pace and turn and she'll face the thermos First birthday wish was getting caked up Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake-up Lay down in a model bitch A-cup Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob Play tough, tape off of this tape-up Race off like some motherfuckin' makeup Take off, looking for something to take up Get the paper or you goin' in the paper? Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope They gave my nigga thirty for a jar of dope But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap Blowing so much, you sneezing dick Believe in me, I don't believe in shit Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip It's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff, bitch [Chorus: Junior Reid] First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner [Verse 3: N.O. Capo] It's all about the money, nigga, fuck the fame Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day Lil' woadie said he had a chance, he'd do this shit again Poppin' pills for the pain, but still won't feel a thing It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange Why pre mostly heard and I'm rarely sane Low-key can still get a brick off my name Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin 'nem The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with If it ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick Caught an L sticking to the script, you know I switched We now switch [Chorus: Junior Reid] First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner [Outro: Junior Reid] Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah