Murder - Intellectual

[Intro: Young Mad B, Ini Kamoze]

This is a [?] production

Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther

Yeah, yeah, it's murder (Out in the street they call it mer- they all it merther)

Real life, madness, [?] madness, Tiny Boost (Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther)

Real life

PY (Pecky nigga, pecky nigga, pecky niggas spray)

'Narm

[Verse 1: Young Mad B]

Fuck the little tints (Fuck it)

Black Gang, we get straight (Straight)

And out in the streets, headshots no debating (None)

We ride for the love of the stick

Pussy niggas get their lives cut short, for the love of the strip

It's real (So real)

Like Giggs said, every Pecky nigga bangs deep

Bullets [?] knife in your face, get lugged in til your mags teeth

And yeah we do shoot instant

We clap off the luger

Body levitates and disappears like [?]

Yeah we be the gully type

SI to real life, my niggas die for paper hype

My Black Pecky niggas, nice with the trace (Nice)

Some real trigger niggas blow the skin off of your face

It's crazy where we come from

We just try to flip 'round (Try to flip it)

Send packs and get back cash back and love songs (Cake)

So tread safe when you walk the [?] live (Safe)

'Cause I've been surrounded by niggas that specialise in gun crimes

[Chorus: Tiny Boost, Ini Kamoze]

Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther

Out in the streets, murder (Out in the street they call it mer- they all it merther)

Tiny Boost (Boost)

PYG (PYG)

SN1 (SN1)

Listen (Listen)

[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]

Out in the streets, grab your burna (Grab it)

'Cause it's murder, you're talking like a burster (Real talk)

You think you're hard til you're bursted up (Up)

Left you in the dirt and mud whilst you birth your blood

I'll get your body in a bag for a good reason (For a good reason)

Summer time shootouts, it's a good season (Trust me)

Got my squad and they're down for the hood beefing (Down)

Fuck a hood beating (Fuck it), I'll keep your hood leaking

You don't like me til I'm fucking up the murder rate

Couple shots from the trey, shit'll burn your face

You'll survive and you'll feel like you've burnt the days

Feel the pain when your mum looks and turn away (Haha)

This is murder, trust me it can happen

Guns pop, guns stop, fuck it I'ma stab 'em

You're somethin' like an 8 mil, dargy I'm a cannon

Darg I got the cannon, move fast when I bang 'em (Bang)

[Chorus: Young Mad B, Ini Kamoze]

Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther

It's murder Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther

It's murder

Real talk

Real life

Big beats

Let's go

[Verse 3: Mad B]

Fuck the talking, let the heat speak

Whistle on the steel

Disrespect and I'll make the 4 fizzy spin your grill (Spin dat)

'Cause you ain't hard nah

You just a minor tug, mind I pull your plug

I'm wrapping niggas like a rug (Wrapped up)

Hope you grip him up

My suttin' lift him up (Up)

Gunshots will make a bitch nigga shake and trump (Die)

I just love it when these niggas talk greaze (I love it)

But when they face to face with the ting they're like "nigga please, don't shoot me" (Beg)

Back it, burst him in his face

Pussy know your place

And my trigger fingers itchy

I swear down I'm 'bout catch another case

My niggas up the stakes (Yeah), bring it to your mummys gates (Um)

Don't get it twist

I ain't tryna claim the hardest (Nah)

Regardless of his age, I touch him with the gauge

How pussy niggas make the front page

Just another body slumped found on the page (Piss)

[Outro: Ini Kamoze]

Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther