Music: Michael Davis/Brandon Black/Marcus Byrd/Cydel Young/K. Rachel Mills/Estelle Fanta Swaray/Edward Davadi/Girvan Henry
Murda （Explicit） - Cyhi The Prynce/Estelle
Written by：Cydel Young/Warren Griffin Jr./Jesse James/David Stokes/Marcus Byrd/K. Rachel Mills/Brandon Black/Girvan Henry/Michael Davis/Orlando Powell
Say we don't wanna murda
That's why we keep it full of pure life
And roll is all we know I
Swings is hard enough for this real fight
'Cause we don't wanna we don't wanna murda pon the scene
Run go tell the people that is blessings we ah bring
'Cause
Out in the streets they call it murder
OK huh
I'm from East Atlanta
Up the street from Candler
Elbows on the table
They didn't teach us manners
Sell those to my neighbors
And we keep them hammers
Play with me it be a Murder
Ok now that we got that understood
Where my niggas from the hood
All they do is cook the hard
Quick to push a bunch of kush
All my crooks behind them walls
I put money on their books
Who got caught up on a Murder
Huh so where my bad b*****s
3AM still let me crash b*****s
Let me use they condo for a stash b*****s
Brought me cash strippin'
I love that way that a**switchin'
That lil'p**sy I'ma Murder
I need a jumper that's a transporter
I need 'em all for 48and not a gram shorter
She say they charged her baby daddy with a manslaughter
We prayin'for him 'cuz he coulda caught a Murder
Yeah
Better keep that thang when you out in the streets
Can't be playing no games with niggas out in the streets
Shawty better use your brain when you out in the streets
Niggas in the chain gang for shit they did out in the streets
So homie stay in your lane when you out in the streets
Don't let them play you like no lame when you out in the streets
I done seen niggas get slain laid out in the streets
It's 'bout the money not the fame when you out in the streets
Can't lie the street shit is mesmerizing
Never realize what you jeopardizing 'til the Feds arriving
We just surviving kicking doors is what we specialize in
It's just a robbery boy don't make this a Murder
That was the slogan if we heard you holding
I seen my partna take a bullet and his shirt was soakin'
Free my ni**a Gred they gave him life my heart was broken
He got locked up back when Ja Rule was yellin'Murder
I don't smoke it if it ain't no orange hairs in my purple
Waffle-a**ni**a ain't no squares in my circle
Just a bunch of players a few drug dealers that'll serve you
And a couple niggas that'll Murder
Before the root of all evil you was all peaceful
Now a hater trying to kill you you of all people
And the rules of the street is all legal
Niggas lie steal or even Murder
Better keep that thang when you out in the streets
Can't be playing no games with niggas out in the streets
Shawty better use your brain when you out in the streets
Niggas in the chain gang for shit they did out in the streets
So homie stay in your lane when you out in the streets
Don't let them play you like no lame when you out in the streets
I done seen niggas get slain laid out in the streets
It's about the money not the fame when you out in the streets
Say we don't wanna murda
That's why we keep it full of pure life
And roll is all we know I
Swings is hard enough for real fight
'Cause we don't wanna we don't wanna murda pon the scene
Run go tell the people that is blessings we ah bring
'Cause
Out in the streets they call it murder
Out in the streets they call it murder