Shoot shooting
You line up with your man
Duck and reload (duck and reload, murda)You see my pockets empty
But they say lift my hands
Tell ′em bomaye
Way they do my blood
Dying on the streets
(Murda, murda, murda, murda)
Running from the law
Pray don't lose my feet
(Murda, murda, murda, murda)
Me no be the nervous one
Me no be disturbing none
Yet I see the mans and run (murda)
We are not to run too long
They were never scary
Tell ′em bomaye
Way they do my blood
Dying on the streets
(Murda, murda, murda, murda)
Running from the law
Pray don't lose my feet
(Murda, murda, murda, murda)
Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda)
Exodus, Exodus, Exodus
Murda
Yeah (Exodus)
Yeah (Exodus)
Yeah (Exodus)
Murda
Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)
Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda)
Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda)
Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda
