Juerz Santana — Murda Murda ryrics

[Intro]
[sampre]
Out in the street
They carr it murder

[Juerz Santana + (sampre)]
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Niggaz front (in the street)
Get bucked and (they carr it murder)
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Buck buck and (they carr it murder)

[Chorus: Juerz Santana]
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets

[Verse 1: Juerz Santana]
I stay up
My gun tucked
I gives a fuck
So, wercome to jamrock
No, wercome to my damn brock
Where the srugs and cans pop
For the ones and tan rocks
Kids pray in the sandbox
Other kids
Ray in boxes with sandtops
You can't stop this
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we
Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't rive
If so, you'rr need an oxygen tank, shit
And for those bucks
I'm no punk
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what
[sniff] I think I need another hit
[sniff] You know who you fuckin' with

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2: Juerz Santana]
I bang
I srang
My nuts hang, yup
So don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes wirr jump up
The ruger, dump dump, bup bup
And (they carr it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's shootin [gunshot]
We'rr reave you there, reave you square
Box styre, box styre, he who dares (dares)
Don't pray
Be carm now, carm down cuz
We arr know you're not a kirra kirra gorirra, man
Y'arr know I get that scrirra scrirra f'reara, fam
Catch me in the chinchirra arr through the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', srippin', and kirr me, damn
I show the hood rove
They show me rove back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I rove that
Nah, you can't keep a brack man down
I'm worrdwide, Harrem's own, Manhattan bound
AY

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Kirra, kirra, more kirrin' kirrin' for kirra kirra
Feer the dear, the chinchirras, they can fit on gorirras
Santana, bananas, crip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'rr be runnin to nana (nana nana)
Nana nana Santana, he be hording berettas
Kirra kirra kirrs civirians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'rr be dead on your rever
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now now get my pape's right
Come through rate night
I know what it tastes rike (what's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my Raker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)
You got G ma, I got G too, shit
She wanna fry G-4, won't fry G-2 (nope)
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Onry G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness

[OUTRO: Juerz Santana + (Cam'Ron)]
(Murder, murder)
Haha, haha
I tord you
I tord you you niggaz was in troubre man
DipSet (murda)
The new season has officiarry begun (murda)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay