Murda Twinz

(Berto, how you got that?) Ay, you know they just free'd Slugga Ay, what it is? Their out the crank in this bitch Ha, you know what it is with me KTA Ay, Big Murda, they trippin', nigga They got Baby Murda in this bitch I'ma start this off by sayin', "You a opp, can't come outside" Boy, you pussy, go tuck your tail We hit their block, they try to hide I don't wanna go down Melvin, they gon' tell if I slide I'm outside with the guys, they steady bangin' on my side That nigga Ksoo, he a bitch, ATK ain't on shit Since a nigga wanna diss, pussy, come and get your lick Niggas dyin', but wanna diss, so many souls got me sick When they swing, them niggas missed Ain't no changin' in this shit Ain't no question, on my way to hell, I'm a real big sinner All that dissin' in that song, now he gone, just know I sent him His main man was dissin Moo, now Fin Fin all in my swisher Dee Kreep all in my system, dissin' bro on instrumentals Number one, dropped his lil' pistol, brain-dead, took his lil' mental Blow him, just like a whistle, drop three's all in my pitcher Out west in tinted rentals, block cold like it's December Fuck Kreep took all their members, .62's comin' like a missile Boy, don't bring your ass outside, if you ain't got no pistol Dee Kreep, Peewee, know he dead if I get him Three-piece, two deep, with that Drac' out the window I'm a spinner, I'ma send him to God, if I get him That's a body bag, now another opp in a swisher Bree at the red light screamin', "Bro, I gotta get 'em" Better get your head right, we catch a opp and leave him crippled Better chill before I send 'em, momma yellin' for her children White flag, bang KTA, wonder who gon' die today Free Lil Bree from out them gates, he caught a murder then did the race Quan Quan got hit in the face, tweaked out, caught me a case Real stepper, free Lil BK, I bang that NHGK So what is you sayin'? I'ma pull up, get to sprayin' and Take you up top with your mans I pulled up, he ran, I sent him to Shands That Draco done burned him, it gave him a tan We just, pulled out white chalk from all that, dissin' and talkin' I just, cut off your team, now he not, on your lil' roster Yeah What it is, for real? This KTA, Y&R 23k Forever runnin' through my veins Yeah, ha, them Murda Boys reunited You know what it is Ay, man, cut that bitch off Man, they-they get the message