Top Songs By Uncle Murda
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uncle Murda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Masio Gunz
Songwriter
Leonard Carl Grant
Songwriter
Phillip Peaks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tobi Aitch
Producer
Great John
Recording Engineer
Anthony Daniel
Mixing Engineer
James Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
NDA
Engineer
Lyrics
Situate the hammers and the V's and we gon' ride out
When we lurking in the way they thinkin' hot out
**** wasn't thinkin' and that footie blew his mind out
Got the murder unit tryna call his mom out
They know it get gritty, it get grimey
Had them killers work your nose like it's slimy
Who you think you really are? Please remind me
Cause I don't believe you ****
Say .... I'm here with two or three ****
I'm comfortable with the judges around all of the G's
Spent the hundred bands on stash boxes for ten V's
We be moving militant like we got fatigues on
On the pro just with your hands in your pocket might get squeezed on
I had a dream but it wasn't like Martin Luther's
Wanted to be a kingpin surrounded by all the shooters
Busting them licks had me touching them Benjamins
Bagging up in that kitchen grandma cooks on their dinner head
It's us versus states we fighting for our freedom
Lucky it ain't the Feds though my **** we might get beat him
Three hundred bands worth of jewelry on feel like Rich Porter
I put it on just to go to the store and get a water
We out here spending money like we the printer
Ain't no statute of limitation, no crimes we committed
We cool if they jam us up we had a mean run
That switcher got this 40 hitting like a machine gun
Situate the hammers and the V's and we gon' ride out
When we lurking in the way they thinkin' hot out
**** wasn't thinkin' and that footie blew his mind out
Got the murder unit tryna call his mom out
They know it get gritty, it get grimey
Had them killers work your nose like it's slimy
Who you think you really are? Please remind me
Cause I don't believe you ****
Say .... I'm here with two or three ****
... real fast I done been through it all
Face all over the vlog they gotta stick in my drawer
I hear you uncle murder my uncle no murderers dog
See through lights on the Benz so I can get through the fall
I ain't sticking to no trends I get chicken and ball
You put money over bitches they don't pick up the call
When you down bad jammed up fuck that shit
I'm iced out and I'm banned up can't tuck my shit
Treat her with the utmost you better not touch my bitch
If she walk in the room with me better not say shit.
What you call her dear such a such a blasey spook
**** sound like some bitches dog if you ask me
I'm outside in a bulletproof SUV
Strapped up when you catch a shit like STD
I'm back up for a minute I was down on my feet
You see this crown on my wrist I'm a king
Motherfucker
Situate the hammers and the V's and we gon' ride out
When we lurking in the way they thinkin' hot out
**** wasn't thinkin' and that footie blew his mind out
Got the murder unit tryna call his mom out
They know it get gritty, it get grimey
Had them killers work your nose like it's slimy
Who you think you really are? Please remind me
Cause I don't believe you ****
Say .... I'm here with two or three ****
Ever took that .. start boosting your adrealine
I know that **** tote that shooting shit but he ain't into shit
Free all of my **** if they did they still innocent
Any opp we see up out in the function we gone clear this shit
Put them **** all on citizens
You don't see that red dot then you spin again
Yeah stay on 50's got a 6-inch this ain't mini ...
Leave a rapper missing he won't diss again
And they know they can't do shit for me
Why they always mention me I be in my bag
Stacking money still got this ...
I'm party homie bussing I got her mad I see
I got em mad
Promise we gon' do em bad
Don't let that lotto get you gassed
That's another **** left up in the past
Situate the hammers and the V's and we gon' ride out
When we lurking in the way they thinkin' hot out
**** wasn't thinkin' and that footie blew his mind out
Got the murder unit tryna call his mom out
They know it get gritty, it get grimey
Had them killers work your nose like it's slimy
Who you think you really are? Please remind me
Cause I don't believe you ****
Say .... I'm here with two or three ****
Written by: Leonard Carl Grant, Masio Gunz, Phillip Peaks