[Verse]
Iiiiiii'm comin, two .50 cal's in hand
Long goat-tee n**** the Taliban
I'm Murda Man, I'm tryna murk somethin
This ain't for ??? cheese I'm tryna hurt somethin
These n***** claimin g'z, claimin they run the South East
How you run the s*** in that buck buck Caprice?
Atleast, you oughta know bout my flow
The P the T the R the O
The Y n****, I'm so fly call me jet
Jump off in the ocean still ain't wet
I flex, I m*********** ball better ask em
Catch a n**** talkin s*** n m*********** 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*** wit the Murda Man, Murda Man
[Hook]
I don't think they wanna f*** with the Murda Man
f*** wit the Murda Man, f*** wit the Murda Man, Well Uh-Huh
[x4]
[Verse]
Yaaaaa'll trippin, now everybody crunk
Yall n***** gon make me pop the trunk
Cuz I remember way back in the day
When the ATL wasnt gettin no play
Then I came out, dropped We Ready
n***** went to bouncin, ridin them box Chevy's
But I guess that was then, this is now
When I catch ya a** 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**** van
Dont think you understand, I'm the f***** 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 Scrap n them
I rep that hard s*** and f*** 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**** down south I'm a legend
When ya see me keep m*********** steppin
And flexin, so what you gotta A at n****
That don't mean s*** to a south side killa
Wussup Shay? wussup Tod?
On that a**, Shady Park
Murda, M-U-R-D-A
Im bustin shots at whoever in my way
c***in my A-K, don't think they understand
But I don't think they wanna f*** wit the Murda Man, Murda Man, and
[Hook]
Iiiiiii'm comin, two .50 cal's in hand
Long goat-tee n**** the Taliban
I'm Murda Man, I'm tryna murk somethin
This ain't for ??? cheese I'm tryna hurt somethin
These n***** claimin g'z, claimin they run the South East
How you run the s*** in that buck buck Caprice?
Atleast, you oughta know bout my flow
The P the T the R the O
The Y n****, I'm so fly call me jet
Jump off in the ocean still ain't wet
I flex, I m*********** ball better ask em
Catch a n**** talkin s*** n m*********** 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*** wit the Murda Man, Murda Man
[Hook]
I don't think they wanna f*** with the Murda Man
f*** wit the Murda Man, f*** wit the Murda Man, Well Uh-Huh
[x4]
[Verse]
Yaaaaa'll trippin, now everybody crunk
Yall n***** gon make me pop the trunk
Cuz I remember way back in the day
When the ATL wasnt gettin no play
Then I came out, dropped We Ready
n***** went to bouncin, ridin them box Chevy's
But I guess that was then, this is now
When I catch ya a** 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**** van
Dont think you understand, I'm the f***** 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 Scrap n them
I rep that hard s*** and f*** 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**** down south I'm a legend
When ya see me keep m*********** steppin
And flexin, so what you gotta A at n****
That don't mean s*** to a south side killa
Wussup Shay? wussup Tod?
On that a**, Shady Park
Murda, M-U-R-D-A
Im bustin shots at whoever in my way
c***in my A-K, don't think they understand
But I don't think they wanna f*** wit the Murda Man, Murda Man, and
[Hook]