Murder Dem Lyrics - Ghetto Supastar - Pras

Intro: 

Heh, yeah. Aaight. Just count me up in here, aaight? 

Yeah. Uhh. Uhh. Uhh. 

Verse 1 

First and foremost let's distinguish the boys from the men 

The start to a end, a foe from a friend 

Who next of kin when I bust this iron across yo' chin, nigga? 

Let me extend payments due on your arrangements 

Turn on the news, nigga, listen to the latest development 

Extra extra, read all about it 

Master Pras always Bout-It-Bout-It 

Bring tears to your fears when I shout it, shout it 

? believe, though he doubt it, doubt it 

Yeah, what's all the fussin' and bickerin' for 

Yeah, few shots up your ass, hear from you no more 

For sure you belong with an M-16 

Stand in front of the door, that you just can't ignore 

Go figure. Hit the floor, nigga 

Random shots - run for your life, nigga 

This goes for my niggas who gets no bigger 

Sweat on your forehead, let's see who pull quicker 

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Chorus: 

Yeah, murder dem. Murder dem. In a, competition me go, murder dem. 

Wha' what, follow dem. Hm. Follow dem. 

In this, situation me no, follow dem when me gone. 

All pussi haffi run when me gun. All cowards haffi run when me gun. 

No man haffi come 'cause we, murder dem. Hm. Murder dem. 

Verse 2 

I'm livin' on danger's ground, where the danger's mine 

Hold firm, stand strong, 'bout to blow like land mine 

Never mind, draw, reach for yours, I'ma go for mine 

Leave you paralyzed with a broken spine 

They seize and they shrine in the line of fire 

Retreat, recline, from all firearm 

Ring the alarm, bring the bomb squad, word to God 

Got your number, nigga, watch I'll pull your cord 

Pardon me, sincerely yours 

Down by law, out to settle the scores 

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Haters shoutin', "No, he can't be no more!" 

Parasite, leachin' down, rottin' to the core 

Cash rule, jewels cool, drown in my whirlpool 

'Scuse my rudeness, rudeboy from Providence 

These fists of fear remain to be fearless 

Move like flyin'?, full automation 

Pumpin' carbon monoxide through your blood circulation 

Separate these facts like segregation 

Trial and tribulation, high expectation 

The brigade shut off, backs seen me run off 

Cagein' with Nicholas, it's a face-off 

What? Yeah! Hah, mmm! 

Chorus 

Verse 3 

In case you didn't know, it's the P-R-A-S 

Got strategies like playing chess 

Penetrate through your flesh, yes, hit me with your best 

Got issues to address, nonetheless 

Checkmate, only makin' moves with my playmate 

Prakazrel is Pras when it's abbreviate 

My puncture is accurate, nigga you dead weight 

Dislocate every bone in your body 

Then sit back and evaluate 

Every mental? process is isolate 

Preception is clear with my steel, I should demonstrate 

You were last seen gettin' head from a drag queen 

Come clean, nigga what, with an 18 

The supreme dream team, cash rule and CREAM 

While your body lies up in the? 

What, yeah, wha'what, wha'what, hahh! 

Chorus 

Hmm. Uh huh uh huh. Refugee Camp All-Stars. Uh huh. Uh huh uh huh. 

Yeah, yeah. 

Chorus