Murda

[Intro: Arsonal]
I just feel like we gotta go in
Y'all got the right nigga for the job this time
Oh, we snapping on this shit

[Verse 1: Arsonal]
Arsonal uh
A young nigga from the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I don't need I-D
Fuck a hater I'll see him later
He gon' need a favor and a long run
Fuck a cop, I keep a chopper that's a long gun
Hop grindin' way before the [?]
Know it's a hit way before we record one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
Blunts out the face I'mma need 3 more
I started flexin' as a youngin' I was gettin' money
I was selling weed, all the bitches love me
Trouble with the law, started gettin' ugly
Scamming with my homie just to get some money
Grew up in the trenches, I had good intentions
Want it done right? then you should do the bidness
I don't trust niggas, I get too suspicious
Crack on the stove and make mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta look behind ya
Hollow tips inside ya, just a brief reminder
I'm from a city where daughters sell vagina
Cops are shootin' minors, all these niggas liars
Apologize now nigga, pardon your looks
Download all my shit off on iTunes
I'm out here giving all my audio push
They got me motivated
If they say I'm the best then don't debate it
Success is overrated, bidness is best negotiated
So let's associate it with death, I know they hate it
His flesh exfoliated, what happened?
The tech, a phony ate it with passion
I was working long days they was nappin'
I struggle, I was cryin' they was laughin'
3 mill for a deal [?]
I don't want a hundred thousand playing Madden
[?] took all my chips and cashed in
But thanks for askin'
Let a nigga try me like they don't know who I be
I'm me, I'm G, hit the homies out in I.E
One word, body
Hominy that's a murda

[Hook: Price]
[?] that's a murda
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a murda
Yeah
Murda murda yeah
Murda murda murda
Damn, murda murda yeah
Like they never heard it

[Verse 2: Price]
Understand I got God with me, so the evils can never hurt me
I.E. you see it on my jersey
I just call up Ars when I'm out in Jersey
Tell 'em I need a white girl that look like Fergie
Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em furry
Make a running money in a hurry
Solo on these missions cause these niggas scurry
Mama said to trust in what the reverend say
I look at my skin and see a better way
Young black king, they ain't never say that people my color was running Heaven gates
I got two phones, no Kevin Gates
One for bad times, one for better days
I don't answer the one for bad times cause I need good vibes around me all seven days
I got bad bitches on my resume
I hit the booth and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday
I don't see no better way
If it's mula that'll be made till Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it straight
I know niggas from Grape like Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no never scrape
Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't grow the same
Lost homies to this beef, you don't know the pain
Price and S.Dot on the beat, you know a thing
And I'm Price by the way, so you know the name
From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the West on my shoulders mane
Yeah, you know that's a murda