Murdaland (feat. HOODLUM & Odalis)

(Intro)

When I was free

I was taking over the country,

city by city, sate by state.

but I was anti-police,

and since police are the frontline soldiers

of our entire justice system,

people got nervous.

of course I know not all cops are bad

In fact most of them are heroes.

but back then I was ignorant, and the system feared me,

the thing about fear is that it gives birth to hate.

and hate can do a lot of evil shit.

so I’m taking over Mondays, with the truth

- Fuck all these so called facts dudes suckin dick about

I heard one of ‘em say I was a monster.

You got the “Monster” part right homie.

but let me take a little time to explain the kind of monster I am.

(Verse)

Dope House Records make it snow

so you can call us Casa Blanca

and the owner on the yarda

playin basketball in chanclas

bought his Chevy savin honest

bought dat condo sellin negra

si el vato quiere bronca

yo lo mato a la verga

when they told me I was winnin

I said, “How da f*** I’m loosin”

bruh I’m sittin up in dis Palla

widda baddest bop in Houston

heart stoppa, Silk the Choppa,

on my hood I part his wig

so tomorrow neva come

we get that settled off da rip

from the day I walked in Juvi

I became a walkin movie

half the tank already knew me

on my chain The Guadalupe

now my diamonds big as croutons,

nig** flyin in da Yukon

callin me to war

you get no time to put yo shoes on

hit’cho block in dat 2-seata

yapa bust on non-believas

they was roarin like some lions

now they runnin like hyenas

Collosium fillin up

they know The Riddla fitna stunt

boyz talkin like they killa

I put killaz in my trunk

got 3 commas in my zeros

widda trio in my cama

you can call me Richie Valenz

cause I skeet on nig***z’ donnas

fall asleep inside da trap

I tell a fiend, “Hold my heata”

movin tar I’m movin coke

he want’em both he on da zebra

hittin 7’s, sellin 8’s,

bustin 9’s pullin 10’s

I see Death around the corner,

“Ugly bitch, It’s you again?!”

Momma told me I could laugh but

one day it’s gon’ catch up

“Girl put that on yo frenchfries

n’ take the keys to dis Lamb truck”

wake up next to Megans

mi no play da solitairy

turn a man into a bitch

like what they did to Tyler Perry

see I strum da steel guitar,

rock star, Lenny Cravitz

put dat cross across his head

dat youngin prayin widda catholics

soy Azteca, rep da tribe,

betta then the mf best alive

scary-ass bitch no friend of mine

cause when da shots rung out I got left behind

ain’t neva lyin I test the rhyme

my last lick was so death-defyin

ol’ boy got hit n’ his breath declinin,

one thing fasho he ain’t testifyin

iced up face on Father Time,

Ms. Lady Luck still on my side

in my feelins so I’m out my mind

but every thought still come widda dolla sign

hooked on pink since adolescence,

drank mo thicka than salad dressin

lost a mil on a bad investment,

killed dat man then I grabbed some breakfast

sawed-off Burg is half-shorta,

changed her look like a Tranforma

some say I bring Bad Karma,

that cause she my dance partna

B P vests on mass order

I tortured a man on camcorder

heard a nig** say he want my life

I said, “Well bruh make me a cash offer.”

Chorus

Murdaland

Earth a man

Workin’ man

Murk a man

Murda man

Serve a man

Hurt a man

This whole world is

Murdaland

Earth a man

Workin’ man

Murk a man

Murda man

Serve a man

Hurt a man

This whole world is

*Hoodlums Verse*

Murdaland

Earth a man

Workin’ man

Murk a man

Murda man

Serve a man

Hurt a man

This whole world is

All across the land we live in

Mothers cryin’ caskets fillin’

Born to fall into the system

God our savior save our children