Murda (We Don’t Believe You) lyrics

[Intro: Fabolous]
Nobody likes you, but that's OK
We Gon ride on him anyway
We gon ride on him anyway
Murda, I don't believe you
Murda, f*ck around and leave you
Murda, we don't believe you
Murda murda, your life's on the line!

[Verse 1: Paul Cain]
Can't y'all see that he's fake
The rap version of TD Jakes
Crossing over on the CD's and tapes
Won't give this man a crumb off the little that he makes
[Ain't been hot since] Puff had him, Big and then
Started sh*t, by a fraction of a hair he escapes
Got the nerve to rep Harlem you a motherf*cking disgracе
b*tch n*gga, you a coward and I say it in your face
It's obvious we talking 'bout this [clown n*gga Ma$e]
Lеave the beefing to the street n*ggas, fall back, do your thing
You don't want none of what this P90 Ruger bring
Just a ball playing schoolboy for Martin Luther King
Turn rapper n*ggas used to strip you for bling
Turn pastor, you and God must have had a fling
Turn't fallen angel, no halo, I remove your wings
You don't live up to the image you portraying
Believe half of what you see y'all, none of what he's saying
Stop frontin'
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Ayo son this is simple, I pop up on him like one of his pimples
Gun to his dimple, watch a slow flower kick 1 in your temple
Hoe ass n*gga, no wonder he pimped you
Daddy, I mean Diddy to be logical
50's his steppops, Puff's his biological
Beat him with a bullwhip, might give him a full clip
For standing on the pulpits saying all that bullsh*t
And he's more Jim Bakker than a [Creflo]
I know Mason Beth though, the n*gga ain't tef, yo
He ain't even in his right mind, he went left yo
Maybe it's the way the right shine, and the left glow
He in the mansion, happy as a [Hef hoe]
Know he dying soon like a n*gga on Death Row
And usually the n*ggas I be throwing slugs at
Ain't never danced in his video with Rugrats
Take me there
I wanna go there