Pastor Troy - Murda Man

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, this for da clones in the ATL,
With them fake ass chains,
For all the flexy ass niggaz comin' outta Atlanta,

[Verse 1]
I'm comin, two 50 cal's in hand,
Long goat-tee nigga the Taliban
I'll murda man, i'm tryin to murk somethin,
This aint no chuck e cheese,
I'm tryin to hurt somethin',
These niggaz claimin G's, claimin' they run the south, please..
How you run this shit in them butt fuck caprice,
Atleast, you oughta know bout my flow
The P the T the R the O the Y,
Nigga i'm so fly call me jet,
Jump off in the ocean still aint wet,
I flex, I motherfuckin ball better ask em
Catch a nigga talkin shit,
Motherfuckin blast em,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
I'm pumpin gats at whoever in the way,
I got the gunplay, don't think they understand,
But I don't think they wanna fuck wit the Murda Man, Murda Man


[Hook]
I don't think they wanna fuck with the Murda Man
Fuck wit the Murda Man, fuck wit the Murda Man, Well Uh-Huh

[Verse 2]
Yaaaaa'll trippin, now everybody crunk
Yall niggas gon make me pop the trunk
Cuz I remember way back in the day
When the ATL wasn't gettin no play
Then I came out, dropped We Ready
Niggas went to bouncin, ridin them box Chevy's
But I guess that was then, this is now
When I catch ya ass in the street the gun blow, blow
I represent the hard, I represent the angle
I represent the real, I represent the danger
I represent the cars, I represent the dream
I represent respect, I'm representin my team
It's Mister PT aka Murda Man
Ya pistol in ya car, my pistol in my hand
And you can ask Chan, I shot a nigga van
Dont think you understand, I'm the fuckin Murda Man, Murda Man and

[Verse 3]
Stiiiiiiiill spinnin, empty my magazine
I jump off in my limousine and flee the scene
This ain't the SWAT team, this ain't Lil Scrap n them
I rep that hard shit and fuck a platinum
And Little Jon, used to by homey, used to be my Ace
Now I wanna slap the the taste out ya mouth
Nigga down south I'm a legend
When ya see me keep motherfuckin steppin
And flexin, so what you gotta A at nigga
That don't mean shit to a south side killa
Wussup Shay? wussup Tod?
On that ass, Shady Park
Murda, M-U-R-D-A
Im bustin shots at whoever in my way
Cockin my A-K, don't think they understand
But I don't think they wanna fuck wit the Murda Man, Murda Man, and

[Hook]