Murdera Lyrics - The Infamous Mobb Deep - Mobb Deep

Look into my crystal ball I see murder for y'all 

First things first or the hearse for y'all 

First nigga open his mouth first to fall 

Watch who you talking to nigga first of all 

My game don't get along, we ain't arrogant 

It'll take a while for you to assess what the damage is 

Give a fuck, pop with no camera-ses 

New York shit, under new management 

Blessing in disguise, black mask and black gloves 

Forecast: grey skies, tears of a black dove 

I can change your life, I just need you to act up 

Yeah, that's karma, we don't believe in no bad luck 

'He without sin cast the first stone 

Good in any hood I plan like a earthtone [?] 

I murk microphones, it's a homicide 

As I watch the soul from your body rise 

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Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill 

Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill 

Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still 

Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill 

I'm out for gunshots to represent me 

Do it for the principle and do this shit for free 

You scared, motherfucker? You stay away from me 

You snitch, motherfucker? You supposed to be a G 

The chickens and the rats and the snakes all click 

And can't come outside no more, I'm on my shit 

I'm talking right now, you talking back then 

Yeah, it's a new day, wake up and get a whiff 

Can't you smell it? That's a bitch nigga flesh burning 

I put pussyholes all over your back, you run from the teks squirming 

Oh suddenly these niggas is feeling me 

And all that blood loss got them catching epiphanies 

Young fly rap nigga and I Blapp niggas 

I understand why you upset, I'm that nigga 

Uh, shooting star, I'm a gun toting celeb 

I wield pistolas put a [?] 

Fuck a peace treaty, they try to O.D. on me 

Oh, now you want me to chill or call police on me 

I'm outside of the law, fuck the system 

I piss on the courtroom floor, I don't give fucks 

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Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill 

Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill 

Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still 

Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill 

R.I.P. for those try to go against we (rest in peace) 

We the, M-O-B-B, make you swallow all your teeth (you take that) 

And fuck the police, we New York's finest 

Top shelf gangsta shit, yo we the grimiest 

You send me up the river, I send you up the river sticks 

Bitchy ass nigga, you bleed Infamous 

Come again 

Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill 

Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill 

Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still 

Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill