Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Capo, Cory Gunz, Junior Reid
Album:  Free Weezy Album
Song:   Murda
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Junior Reid]
It's dutty wine, wiiine
Wiiine, yeeeah
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner

[Lil Wayne]
Uhh, real niggas say "soo-woo" and such-and-such kill such-and-such
The street talkin', bullshit walks on crutches but, it's strut to strut
Niggas panic, button pressin', the end is comin', count your blessings
We livin' in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions
How depressin', how invested, click clack, pow intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies, I found the crevice
AK bullets move mountains, break them bitches down to pebbles
That tough talk is like music to my ears so keep it acapella
Based on a true story, we not worried, you too worried
I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous
Dreadhead from New Orleans where the youth dem got two choices
Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you, we murdered dem

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
Cause the youths dem strapped with dem burner

[Cory Gunz]
Yeah, yo
Tune point and I'm dustin' niggas, I ain't talkin' lacin' no marijuana
Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail and gave two fucks, I ain't a koala
My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous, all he see in my face is murder
Wastin' burners, might waste a furnace, I'm pacin' turners, yeah face the thermos
First birthday wish was get caked up, shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up
Lay down on a model bitch, ache up, then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
Play tough, taped off of this tape up, race off like some motherfuckin' make up
Take off lookin' for something to take up with the paper or you goin' in the paper
Not horoscopes but in the horror scope, pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope but do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap
Blowin' so much, you sneezin' dick, believe in me, I don't believe in shit
Y'all pinchin' pennies, I'm squeezin' drip, it's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff
Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Capo]
It's all about the money nigga, fuck the fame
Where we come from, shots ring nigga, broad day
Lil woadie said he had the chance, he do this shit again
Poppin pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing
It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soakin' gang
Cartier frames got them lookin' at me strange
While pre-mostly heard in the rally same
Lowkey can still get a brick off my name
Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin and them
The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with
If there ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick
Caught an L stickin' to the script, we now switched, we now switched

[Chorus]

[Outro: Junior Reid]
It's dutty wine, wiiine
Wiiine, yeeeah