Roy Wood$ - Murda lyrics

rate me

What you mean nigga?

Got to keep that on my head

I be lookin’ through that people

Like I don’t know that man

It’s my life

It’s my life

It’s my life

It’s my life

I ain’t got time to waste

I an’t got time here to waste

Heard that these niggaz got problems

Don’t pick the time and the place

You know hell why I stay

Hanging with trappers and killers

Don't touch me my partner will kill you

I keep it concealed

Bad bitches fuck me

Cause I'm a drug dealer

And I fuck with the realest

Send that

Don’t make a man got planes

Stack it up

We stackin’ to the bus rubber band

What you mean nigga?

Got to keep that on my head

I be lookin’ through that people

Like I don’t know that man

It’s my life

It’s my life

It’s my life

It’s my life

Murda shooter

There’s murda quote

Shot to the head

Got me to go

I’ve got some shooters

That are ready to score

So if a nigga tries me

Then you all gonna go

Sit down I can’t stand you

When you getting’ money

Hell yeah they gonna fame you

Yeah they gonna spend me

I don’t give a fuck dog

All my niggaz cut

Are knockin’ at your front door

It’s how I roll

After we gonna take your roll

You all getting money

True or false?

We all know these coops

Not from our phones

What you mean nigga?

Got to keep that on my head

I be lookin’ through that people

Like I don’t know that man

It’s my life

It’s my life

It’s my life

It’s my life

We don’t give a fuck

Fuck them all

Fuck them all