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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.I the Prince of N.Y
J.I the Prince of N.Y
Vocals
Ezquiel Garcia (The Reason)
Ezquiel Garcia (The Reason)
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ezquiel Garcia (The Reason)
Ezquiel Garcia (The Reason)
Composer
Justin Irvin Rivera
Justin Irvin Rivera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ezquiel Garcia (The Reason)
Ezquiel Garcia (The Reason)
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Lyrics

Murda I don't wanna catch a murda Yeah Why y'all postin' weapons that don't belong to y'all? If y'all wasn't on my dick, I'd get along with y'all And yes, I'm one of a kind, I don't belong with y'all Yes, I'll keep it quick, bring the full clip, I'm gon' get along with y'all Keep a choppa by my side, just like I'm Superman We not gon' let him walk, if we on his side, we might just shoot the man Keep a gun with loaded clips, if you test me, you a stupid man Tried to tell me I ain't shit, she must forgot 'bout who I am I got PTSD, I'm who you can't T-E-S-T I'm a shooter, I go hard in this bitch like a lefty (oh-oh) Life's a bitch but I'm still gon' try to do what she let me When you had them problems, you must've forgot who called to get me Murda (kill, kill, kill) I don't wanna catch a murda (murda, murda, murda) But I'ma have to catch a murda (kill, kill, kill) 'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda) Murda I don't wanna catch a murda But I'ma have to catch a murda 'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda) I used to send my killers to his section when he needed protection Every day I walk with Smith & Wesson, I can't show affection I get picky with these bitches, sometimes I can't make selections I'm just tryna guide my killers, point them in the right direction I heard my dawg was on his ass, I told him to let him rock 'Cause I'm gon' see him when I see him and I ain't gon' let him rock You be in the kitchen, can't take heat, but you tryna stir the pot Heard he keep sneak dissin', if we don't see him, we gon' disturb his block And we pull up windows tinted, just to disturb the opps I got twin Glocks with no safety, what you worried about? And at this point we don't take L's, we just servin' 'em out She scared to look me in my eyes, fuck is she nervous about? If y'all see demons in my whip, y'all gon' have to pray to God If you ain't mentionin' no price, we ain't gon' take the job I know top shottas in his area, ready to take a charge If it's war, we ain't gon' back down, we gon' get involved Murda (kill, kill, kill) I don't wanna catch a murda (murda, murda, murda) But I'ma have to catch a murda (kill, kill, kill) 'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda (murda, murda, murda) Murda I don't wanna catch a murda But I'ma have to catch a murda 'Cause if a nigga test me, he gon' get murda
Writer(s): Rivera Justin Irvin, Ezequiel Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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