Murda Cres. lyrics

Chorus: Osama
Murda Cres, Murda Cres I think I need a murder Beat
But f*ck that sh*t, I'm in the streets so these n*ggas don't feel a G
Murda Cres, Murda Cres I think I need a murder Beat
But f*ck that sh*t, I'm in the streets so these n*ggas don't feel a G

Verse 1: Osama
Doomztown, we Ridin, late nights, we slidin
Broad day, we firin, thats a man down, you hear sirens2
Gang, Gang thats a man down, you hear sirens
Gang, Gang thats a man down, you hear sirens

Verse 2: Yung Lava
I'm hoppin out with that 4-0 and OP got that long nose
Catch a n*gga lackin in traffic, we smoke his ass like hydro
Woah, this loud pack got my eyes closed
You sh*t sh*t with yo eyes closed, you f*ckboys, you high bro
Like woah

Verse 3: Osama
My work weight, thats dry wall
Don't need a scalе, I eyeball
Got dope hits in my [??}
Likе woah
I rinse work til its all gone
Then it's back to that murder sh*t, for a couple racks, get your life hit
Verse 4: Yung Lava
And I'm with them dogs like Michael Vick
And they shootin shots, all you hear is swish
I'm Bout to take the plug for a couple bricks
Cause we out here on that gang sh*t

Chorus: Osama
Murda Cres, Murda Cres I think I need a murder Beat
But f*ck that sh*t, I'm in the streets so these n*ggas don't feel a G
Murda Cres, Murda Cres I think I need a murder Beat
But f*ck that sh*t, I'm in the streets so these n*ggas don't feel a G

Verse 5: Ill God
When I punch in my car door, opens up n*gga jump in
Pull up, hop out, 50 drum on the Glock clip
Gettin wet, like you swimmin n*gga, my 40 is the deep end
I slide when I'm preachin, catch a body on the weekend
I shoot n*ggas in the daylight, so when the sun out, he be sleepin
I'm a big dog, I'm Ill god, n*ggas know I'm a demon

Verse 6: Yung Lava
f*ck all of this sneakin
Big guns, we be creepin, we catch a opp, he leakin, like woah
My n*ggas ride for no reason, we reckless n*gga, we catch a n*gga, we pepper n*ggas like seasoning

Chorus: Osama
Murda Cres, Murda Cres I think I need a murder Beat
But f*ck that sh*t, I'm in the streets so these n*ggas don't feel a G
Murda Cres, Murda Cres I think I need a murder Beat
But f*ck that sh*t, I'm in the streets so these n*ggas don't feel a G