UNCLE MURDA

UNCLE MURDA - Red Rum ft. 38 Special lyrics

rate me

(Chorus)

Cause they go' havta charge me with a

Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda

(Verse)

When I let my chopper bang, go get the yellow tape

Like 2Pac and Juice , I get it in with the 38

They say I’m hot headed, they say I’m crazy

I told them they right

blame it on Brooklyn it raised me

Kane was a sucker, I was a fan of O-Dog

You know I ride, or who post to get rolled on

I was one of them kids who grew up with no father

Had me moving like nino

when they just got the carter

I’m O.J. Simpson when the glove ain’t fit

They know I did it yall

but can’t prove that shit

My money talk for me, my lawyer real good

I said my money talk for me, my lawyer real good

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

I take this beef thing a lil' bit too far

I was mad when scarface

ain't let blow up the car

I would have said go ahead, Sosa that nigga dead

If scarface was like me he’d be living still getting bread

I’m wearing all black, in a all black caddie

She don’t call me uncle, Shawty call me her daddy

She hold my choppa,

she hold my work too

Like keisha from new jack

she was put in that work, too

If I say hit them girl,

watch how she headshot 'em

She stepped in a puddle of blood, that’s the new red bottoms

I feel like John Gotti, before he got knocked

I got the boss man whacked,

then took the boss man’s spot

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

You heard about bullshit, that’s a lot cause I pull clips

Pack anybody nigga, I ain’t with the bullshit

I’m in a whole win, four clips, you ain’t there

Bullets that i kill these wolves with, just ain't fair

Know where my toast at

Come thru wit both macs

New 'fif' , old mac,

right where you post that

Beef to your door mat, gun at your peep hole

Fuck what you heard nigga…I live by the G-code

I’m down for all that, I'm where your mom at

Everybody a victim, that’s why my whore strapped

Ready for combat, new clips, large gats, hard hands

Bulletproof this, camouflage that

These niggas want me buried, it's scary

They heard about the guns I carry, they fear me

I ride around without it rarely …dare me

I’m airing everything out.

(Chorus)

Thanks to Robert for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Cap for correcting these lyrics

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