Murda (We Don’t Believe You)

[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, fuck 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 shit, by a fraction of a hair he escapes Got the nerve to rep Harlem you a motherfucking disgracе Bitch nigga, you a coward and I say it in your face It's obvious we talking 'bout this [clown nigga Ma$e] Lеave the beefing to the street niggas, 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 niggas 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 nigga, 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 bullshit And he's more Jim Bakker than a [Creflo] I know Mason Beth though, the nigga 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 nigga on Death Row And usually the niggas I be throwing slugs at Ain't never danced in his video with Rugrats Take me there I wanna go there