It's Murda - Prodigy, 50 Cent

Yeah

Show these niggas what time it is, man

Ayo

Yo dunny little bitch ass nigga shot up my car

Y’all little dirty ma’fuckers know who you are

Little snitch ass bastards, bitch ass bastards

I still be in your hood comin' through for mad years

Out in Brooklyn, I see your punk asses again

It’ll be murder, I don’t care who’s looking

That’s right, catch me right up in

Red hook, pink houses, and Queensbridge still

Can’t nobody run me up out the hood (Nah)

I’m like the IKEA store, see me up in your hood

Whether I’m there for business, or no business

Y’all idiots best mind your business

When my shots go off they find they victims

Then I scratch names of the shit-list

When my shots go off they find they victims (Pow)

Then I scratch names of the shit-list (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah)

Straight murder, it be straight murder

Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass

(Fuck you thought, man?)

We make homicide look like suicide

But that’s murder, it be straight murder

The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last

Straight murder, it be straight murder

Yeah (That's right, that’s right, that’s right)

I can’t keep count of how many niggas I cut with my blade

Kilo across your face as thick as your braids

Nigga, it’s hot in the hood, you can’t walk with a gauge

Come outside with the pump, you’ll be stuck in a cage

I took the hit, and got up quick, stuck in a rage

And my pain just pour through a pen on a page

Wrong shit out your mouth, I’ll put a hole in your fade

Then it’s back-and-forth to court, fighting the case

I got extra money, my spots is pumping the bass

So if you can’t rap, it’s cool, I hit you with a eighth

They call me Hustle Man, fam, 'cause I switch up my hustle

Get to sticking niggas up when that coke don’t bubble

Since a lil' nigga, I ain’t been nuttin' but trouble

It’s easy to fuck up when you feel like nobody love ya

I keep telling y’all niggas that I came up hard

And I think like a nigga in Sing-Sing on the yard

Yeah

Straight murder, it be straight murder

Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass

(Fuck you thought, man?)

We make homicide look like suicide

But that’s murder, it be straight murder

The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last

Straight murder, it be straight murder

(That's right, that’s right)

When it’s on

I beat the shit out of dead horses, keep killing 'em

You see us in 'em Porsches, we killing 'em

Rap music got problems, 'cause I’m starting shit

Anybody got problems with P can come get it

I’m not scared of you, I’m very available

You acting like you’re so hard, I’m right here, dude

No guards, no bulletproof vest

Them shits is too bogey, and they make me sweat

Fuck it, if it’s time to go it’s time to go

Plus what’s it gonna help when they shooting for your head, yo?

Ain’t no mission impossible

And ain’t no man alive got that much strength

That he can’t get touch, huh, you that sick, ain’t you?

And that quick, you turn into a thug angel

Huh, you that sick, ain’t you?

And that quick, you turn into a thug angel

Straight murder, it be straight murder

Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass

(Fuck you thought, man?)

We make homicide look like suicide

But that’s murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?)

The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last

Straight murder, it be straight murder

(That's right, that’s right)

Yeah

Straight murder, it be straight murder

Shoot me, and I still live, and that’s your ass

(Fuck you thought, man?)

We make homicide look like suicide

But that’s murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?)

The bullets you hit me wit’ll be your last

Straight murder, it be straight murder

(That's right, that’s right)