"Murdaside (BrumMix)" lyrics
Mazza_l20, Pistol PO & RM Lyrics
[Mazza_l20:]
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified (What?)
Free Flock, he's in the wock he got like thirty-five (Years)
They can the lock the locks but not the clocks, they got us servin' time
I'm from by the dock and we love Glocks, we call it, "Murdaside"
Hangin' out the window with a shotty, that's a scary ride
Jump out, fuck a drive-through, get your burger fried
Callin' kids a snitch, when he nicked 'em, lad, I heard he cried
[?] for a M, he put that body on a thirty-nine
I've never heard your name, you probably heard of mine
I'm movin' like a terrorist, the rats are gettin' terrorised
Shootin' like a specialist, we shot him off, we're specialized
Mask on me face, like Halloween lookin' terrified
It's real recognize the real, and now it's recognized
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
[RM:]
Yo, I'm from a place eif you got beef, you let your burner slap
RM, say nada, G, I know you heard of man (I know)
Pass a twelve gauge 'round the ends like a dirty slag
Rollin' with the scorch, man know that's a certi strap (Grrah, grrah)
Big hand ting, that's a .45 calibre (Fours)
Dutty under seat, I couldn't care about a passenger (I couldn't)
In the hypo, sports plus, I'ma rally that (Vroom)
No certificate for the pump, I still carry that (Bah, bah)
[Mazza_l20:]
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
[Pistol PO:]
One thing certified
Streets know I'm certified
Jails know I'm certified
I just dodged thirty-five
You ever had to shoot and drive?
Crow died, I'm hurt inside
Murder was the case
You know, not guilty, man, I beat it twice
G17, you know, slap once, yeah, it's beatin' twice
In my city, nothin' nice
Grave or a fuckin' life
If I point, yeah, they're clutchin' twice
YGs'll take your life, like, welcome to Murderside (Welcome to Murderside)
[Mazza_l20:]
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified (What?)
Free Flock, he's in the wock he got like thirty-five (Years)
They can the lock the locks but not the clocks, they got us servin' time
I'm from by the dock and we love Glocks, we call it, "Murdaside"
Hangin' out the window with a shotty, that's a scary ride
Jump out, fuck a drive-through, get your burger fried
Callin' kids a snitch, when he nicked 'em, lad, I heard he cried
[?] for a M, he put that body on a thirty-nine
I've never heard your name, you probably heard of mine
I'm movin' like a terrorist, the rats are gettin' terrorised
Shootin' like a specialist, we shot him off, we're specialized
Mask on me face, like Halloween lookin' terrified
It's real recognize the real, and now it's recognized
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
[RM:]
Yo, I'm from a place eif you got beef, you let your burner slap
RM, say nada, G, I know you heard of man (I know)
Pass a twelve gauge 'round the ends like a dirty slag
Rollin' with the scorch, man know that's a certi strap (Grrah, grrah)
Big hand ting, that's a .45 calibre (Fours)
Dutty under seat, I couldn't care about a passenger (I couldn't)
In the hypo, sports plus, I'ma rally that (Vroom)
No certificate for the pump, I still carry that (Bah, bah)
[Mazza_l20:]
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
[Pistol PO:]
One thing certified
Streets know I'm certified
Jails know I'm certified
I just dodged thirty-five
You ever had to shoot and drive?
Crow died, I'm hurt inside
Murder was the case
You know, not guilty, man, I beat it twice
G17, you know, slap once, yeah, it's beatin' twice
In my city, nothin' nice
Grave or a fuckin' life
If I point, yeah, they're clutchin' twice
YGs'll take your life, like, welcome to Murderside (Welcome to Murderside)
[Mazza_l20:]
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
I'm from a place if you got beef, you let your burner cry
Ask him where he's from, he's not a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
