Murda - Intellectual

[Intro: Estelle & Ini Kamoze]

Said we don't wanna murda

That's why we keep it full of pure life

And roll is all we know, I

Things is hard enough for dis a 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)

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]

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) okay

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 bitches? 3 A.M., still let me crash bitches

Let me use they condo for a stash bitches

Brought me cash, strippin', I love that way that ass switchin'

That lil' pussy I’ma (murder) hahahah

I need a jumper, that’s a transporter

I need 'em all, 448 and not a gram shorter

She say they charged her baby daddy with a manslaughter

We prayin' for him 'cause he coulda caught a (murder)

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]

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)

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]

Yeah, huh, 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)"

Huh, that was the slogan if we heard you holding

I seen my partna take a bullet and his shirt was soakin'

Free my nigga Greg, 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-ass nigga, 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)

Huh, 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 streets is all legal

Niggas lie, steal, or even (murder)