Pastor Troy - Murder Man lyrics

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Pastor Troy - Murder Man lyrics

[Verse] Iiiiiii'm comin, two .50 cal's in hand Long goat-tee n***a the Taliban I'm Murda Man, I'm tryna murk somethin This ain't for??? cheese I'm tryna hurt somethin These n***az claimin g'z, claimin they run the South East How you run the sh** in that buck buck Caprice? Atleast, you oughta know bout my flow The P the T the R the O The Y n***a, I'm so fly call me jet Jump off in the ocean still ain't wet I flex, I motherf**in ball better ask em Catch a n***a talkin sh** n motherf**in blast em Murda, m-u-r-d-a Im pumpin gats at whoever in the way Im back wit gun play, don't think they undastand But I don't think they wanna f** wit the Murda Man, Murda Man [Hook] I don't think they wanna f** with the Murda Man f** wit the Murda Man, f** wit the Murda Man, Well Uh-Huh (4x) [Verse] Yaaaaa'll trippin, now everybody crunk Yall n***az gon make me pop the trunk Cuz I remember way back in the day When the ATL wasnt gettin no play Then I came out, dropped We Ready n***az went to bouncin, ridin them box Chevy's But I guess that was then, this is now When I catch ya a** in the street the gun blow, blow I represent the hard, I represent the angle I represent the real, I represent the danger I represent the cars, I represent the dream I represent respect, I'm representin my team It's Mister PT aka Murda Man Ya pistol in ya car, my pistol in my hand And you can ask Chan, I shot a n***a van Dont think you understand, I'm the f**in Murda Man, Murda Man and [Hook] [Verse] Stiiiiiiiill spinnin, empty my magazine I jump off in my limousine and flee the scene This ain't the SWAT team, this ain't Lil Scrap n them I rep that hard sh** and f** a platinum And Little Jon, used to by homey, used to be my Ace Now I wanna slap the the taste out ya mouth n***a down south I'm a legend When ya see me keep motherf**in steppin And flexin, so what you gotta A at n***a That don't mean sh** to a south side k**a Wussup Shay? wussup Tod? On that a**, Shady Park Murda, M-U-R-D-A Im bustin shots at whoever in my way co*kin my A-K, don't think they understand But I don't think they wanna f** wit the Murda Man, Murda Man, and [Hook]