Murda - Youngbloodz, Cutty, Fat Dog

Okay, okay, okay, okay

It’s official, homeboy

(A-Town, what it is, A-Town!)

YBZ

(It's real!)

YoungBloodZ!

(Eastside, what’s up, niggas!)

This your boy Sean Paul

(OK!)

My nigga J-Bo

(Yeah, believe that!)

For real

Cutty in this mufucka, you already know what it is!

(What's up, Cutty, my nigga?)

We givin' these niggas what they want and what they need!

Bloodstains what they fiend for, for real!

Y’all know what it is, homeboy, this Sean Paul, okay!

This is what you want, this is what you need

A fat bankroll and some light green weed

This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need

Georgia State Patrol to find the yay up in your seats!

This is what you want, this is what you need

A big-boy house and a set of car keys

This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need

Them boys to run up on you, kick your door and squeeze the heat!

(Why they speak of murder?

'Cause he ain’t never murdered

You don’t have the heart to murder

I’m lookin' in your eyes and now I realize

Why they speak of murder?

'Cause he ain’t never murdered

You don’t have the heart to murder

I’m lookin' in your eyes and now I realize

Why they speak of murder?)

The life, it can have you shakin' like some booty meat

I’m like the military, show you where my duties be

I put some holes up in your chest for your crew to see

And wet your Chevy up, at least to what it used to be!

Give me the weed, let me stash it, we’ll make it home

Ridin' dirty, 85, that’s another song

You see them niggas tryin' to follow in the rearview?

I’ll put one off in the chain, nigga, I’ll get you!

This is what you want, this is what you need

A fat bankroll and some light green weed

This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need

Georgia State Patrol to find the yay up in your seats!

This is what you want, this is what you need

A big-boy house and a set of car keys

This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need

Them boys to run up on you, kick your door and squeeze the heat!

Now, we gon' bust these niggas' heads, I ain’t playin', boy!

(I ain’t playin,

boy!)

And I ain’t pussy with this shit!

(What you sayin', boy?)

And we gon' say a second prayer for the dead homies

(I'll put one in the air, let 'em know that thing on me!)

See, I told you in the club we should’ve jumped on him!

(He ain’t sayin' that now, we got that pump on him!)

And now his boys lookin' like they want to do somethin'

Plus all I need is a reason just to get 'em runnin'

I hate to do it, but tonight I think it’s goin' down

If they don’t give a damn, then you know we ain’t fuckin' 'round!

{We ain’t fuckin' 'round!

I’ve seen them come, I’ve seen them go, it ain’t that new to me

I did it to they ki', watch your chest start to leak

And I ain’t playin' with you, best believe in what I speak

I’m dumpin' on your boy if your boy start to reach!}

So, call up the boys, let 'em know, get them jumped off!

This is what you want, this is what you need

A fat bankroll and some light green weed

This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need

Georgia State Patrol to find the yay up in your seats!

This is what you want, this is what you need

A big-boy house and a set of car keys

This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need

Them boys to run up on you, kick your door and squeeze the heat!

(Why they speak of murder?

'Cause he ain’t never murdered

You don’t have the heart to murder

I’m lookin' in your eyes and now I realize

Why they speak of murder?

'Cause he ain’t never murdered

You don’t have the heart to murder

I’m lookin' in your eyes and now I realize

Why they speak of murder?)