Murdera

[Intro]

You know there's a lot of thug talk and all that

But it really don't mean nothin' to me

[Verse 1]

Cats often ask me, "'Ru, what's the prognosis?"

I use my mic to inject dope and lethal doses

The game is filled with snakes, rats and vultures

That swarm like locust

Still I spit hot shit that burn your lips like blunt roaches

Sometimes it's hard keepin' my goals in focus

At the same time, hard times as part of the life process

Attack the track like the white lotus

Most are left dead, those alive barely have pulses

Bе cautious, dawg, before you leap, look

Causе on the real, the skills is off the hook

Have MCs in trance like hypnosis

Wannabe's rewind numerous times wishin' they wrote this

Natural like osmosis, all encompassin' like the cosmosis

Nobody beats Jeru like the biz

Cops juggle us, drink it like jizz

Take it how you want it, it is what it is

[Chorus]

You could be a

Gangster, murdera, street hustler, or a sucker

Watch your step, no if, ands or buts

Play yourself out position get that ass torn up

You could be a

Murdera, gangster, street hustler, drug bubalaa

Watch your step, no if, ands or buts

Play yourself out position, get that ass torn up

[Verse 2]

Now it's all simple mathematics

I sling that lingo that's afroasiatic

Dudes in the hood salute the God with their automatics

Keep it super ghetto, you don't want static

Bust off and of course your whole body backflip

Tragic, run doctor, took the hippocratic oath

Not tryna boast, but I'm better than most

From the East to the West Coast, track it

And the code I live by, DaVinci couldn't crack it

Shorty wobble, but I ain't smack it

And every time I flow, some wack underground MC tryna jack it

Shit is getting drastic don't forget I'm responsible for hip-hop classics

A lot of so-called "conscious MCs" are my bastard children

Fuck the roof being on fire I burn down the whole buildin'

Droppin' bombs, lock up your wife and kids

Take it how you take it, dawg, it is what it is

[Chorus]

You could be a

Gangster, murdera, street hustler, or a sucker

Watch your step, no if, ands or buts

Play yourself out position get that ass torn up

You could be a

Murdera, gangster, street hustler, drug bubalaa

Watch your step, no if, ands or buts

Play yourself out position, get that ass torn up

[Verse 3]

Before you ask me, son, "What's the science?"

Ten years down the line, and I'm still defiant

Still on the grind, still ride, still shine

Makin' moves like I'm ghetto violence, clap up the trap

Don't wanna catch a slug in the back

House and Mike's call me Mike Tyrant

And I don't give a fuck, if you hot, I play fire hydrant

Use my mic like a hammer, leave you dead in the ditch

Po-po investigate but there's no evidence

Wipe my heat off and toss it, so it's no fingerprints

Kill every eyewitness so can't nobody snitch

Like goin' raw dog in a dirty bitch

Fuck with the kid and get burnt paw, it is what it is

[Chorus]

You could be a

Gangster, murdera, street hustler, or a sucker

Watch your step, no if, ands or buts

Play yourself out position get that ass torn up

You could be a

Murdera, gangster, street hustler, drug bubalaa

Watch your step, no if, ands or buts

Play yourself out position, get that ass torn up

[Outro]

Sometimes I sit back, and I wish I had a time machine