"Murda" lyrics
(performed by Busta Rhymes & Bilal)
(from "Godfather Of Harlem: Season 3" soundtrack)
[Intro:]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
[Bilal:]
They say they're comin' back tonight
They won't be talkin'
They lookin' for a fight
It's Good Will Hunting
Swear if I make it out alive
I gotta change this life
I'm too old for dodgin' bullets
And you see the look that's in his eyes
He's thinkin' somethin'
He won't stop movin' 'round
He's holdin' somethin'
Man, I say somethin' just ain't right
Them rakin' all this time
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
[Busta Rhymes:]
It's always when it's too late you already know when you're fucked
Until now, you never used the words you should've so much
I know you did a lotta shit, servin' things you ain't proud of
Certain situations God won't even help you get out of
Difficult for you to breathe, you lookin' strange in the mirror
Right at your own reflections, like you're getting pale in the picture
Heartbeat's beatin' irregular, thinking 'bout your kids now?
Get signal on the celly, overthinking what you did now?
But in the moment, it's the finger nigga's blame
But it's too late to be thinkin' about your kids after the fact
And I'on wanna be the voice of your head
But I assure you, homie, where there's niggas in front of the club waitin' for you
Blood flowin' through the vein in abundance, starts racin'
Options minimal on how to approach the situation
So what you wanna do? What's you gonna do?
Better hope somebody's prayin' for you
[Bilal:]
They say they're comin' back tonight
They won't be talkin'
They lookin' for a fight
It's Good Will Hunting
Swear if I make it out alive
I gotta change this life
I'm too old for dodgin' bullets
And you see the look that's in his eyes
He's thinkin' somethin'
He won't stop movin' 'round
He's holdin' somethin'
Man, I say somethin' just ain't right
Them rakin' all this time
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
[Busta Rhymes:]
Such a frightenin' emotion when a nigga feel like a goner
Thoughts travel faster than light when you're trapped in a corner
Anxiety starts attackin' 'til you're drippin' with water
Sweat trickles call for manic depressive disorder
So you don't listen to you [?] killer
'Til you crossed the line and learn you done fucked with the wrong nigga
See, the weakness you mostly do is you ponder on your mishap
Callin' the police, tryna report it to the dispatch
This shit is kinda mismatch, if I'm not mistaken
That ain't the way niggas who bang handle the situations
You niggas that ain't built for this shit that you do
Fuck around and then end up bitin' off more than you can chew
Then a couple of shots blew
Even the hardest niggas turn into targets
When unloading the cartridge, but what's new?
So whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
I really hope somebody is prayin' for you
[Bilal:]
They say they're comin' back tonight
They won't be talkin'
They lookin' for a fight
It's Good Will Hunting
Swear if I make it out alive
I gotta change this life
I'm too old for dodgin' bullets
And you see the look that's in his eyes
He's thinkin' somethin'
He won't stop movin' 'round
He's holdin' somethin'
Man, I say somethin' just ain't right
Them rakin' all this time
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
[Bilal:]
They say they're comin' back tonight
They won't be talkin'
They lookin' for a fight
It's Good Will Hunting
Swear if I make it out alive
I gotta change this life
I'm too old for dodgin' bullets
And you see the look that's in his eyes
He's thinkin' somethin'
He won't stop movin' 'round
He's holdin' somethin'
Man, I say somethin' just ain't right
Them rakin' all this time
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
[Busta Rhymes:]
It's always when it's too late you already know when you're fucked
Until now, you never used the words you should've so much
I know you did a lotta shit, servin' things you ain't proud of
Certain situations God won't even help you get out of
Difficult for you to breathe, you lookin' strange in the mirror
Right at your own reflections, like you're getting pale in the picture
Heartbeat's beatin' irregular, thinking 'bout your kids now?
Get signal on the celly, overthinking what you did now?
But in the moment, it's the finger nigga's blame
But it's too late to be thinkin' about your kids after the fact
And I'on wanna be the voice of your head
But I assure you, homie, where there's niggas in front of the club waitin' for you
Blood flowin' through the vein in abundance, starts racin'
Options minimal on how to approach the situation
So what you wanna do? What's you gonna do?
Better hope somebody's prayin' for you
[Bilal:]
They say they're comin' back tonight
They won't be talkin'
They lookin' for a fight
It's Good Will Hunting
Swear if I make it out alive
I gotta change this life
I'm too old for dodgin' bullets
And you see the look that's in his eyes
He's thinkin' somethin'
He won't stop movin' 'round
He's holdin' somethin'
Man, I say somethin' just ain't right
Them rakin' all this time
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
[Busta Rhymes:]
Such a frightenin' emotion when a nigga feel like a goner
Thoughts travel faster than light when you're trapped in a corner
Anxiety starts attackin' 'til you're drippin' with water
Sweat trickles call for manic depressive disorder
So you don't listen to you [?] killer
'Til you crossed the line and learn you done fucked with the wrong nigga
See, the weakness you mostly do is you ponder on your mishap
Callin' the police, tryna report it to the dispatch
This shit is kinda mismatch, if I'm not mistaken
That ain't the way niggas who bang handle the situations
You niggas that ain't built for this shit that you do
Fuck around and then end up bitin' off more than you can chew
Then a couple of shots blew
Even the hardest niggas turn into targets
When unloading the cartridge, but what's new?
So whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
I really hope somebody is prayin' for you
[Bilal:]
They say they're comin' back tonight
They won't be talkin'
They lookin' for a fight
It's Good Will Hunting
Swear if I make it out alive
I gotta change this life
I'm too old for dodgin' bullets
And you see the look that's in his eyes
He's thinkin' somethin'
He won't stop movin' 'round
He's holdin' somethin'
Man, I say somethin' just ain't right
Them rakin' all this time
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
