Murda CyHi (Ft. Estelle)

[Intro: Estelle & Ini Kamoze]
Said we don't wanna murda
That's why we keep it full of pure life
And roll is all we know, I
Things is hard enough for dis a real fight
'Cause we don't wanna, we don't wanna murda pon the scene
Run go tell the people that is blessings we ah bring
'Cause (out in the streets, they call it murder)

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce & Ini Kamoze]
OK, huh
I’m from, East Atlanta, up the street from Candler
Elbows on the table, they didn’t teach us manners
Sell those to my neighbors, and we keep them hammers
Play with me, it be a (murder) okay
Now that we got that understood, where my niggas from the hood?
All they do is cook the hard, quick to push a bunch of kush
All my crooks behind them walls, I put money on their books
Who got caught up on a (murder) huh
So where my bad bitches? 3 A.M., still let me crash bitches
Let me use they condo for a stash bitches
Brought me cash, strippin', I love that way that ass switchin'
That lil' pussy I’ma (murder) hahahah
I need a jumper, that’s a transporter
I need 'em all, 448 and not a gram shorter
She say they charged her baby daddy with a manslaughter
We prayin' for him 'cause he coulda caught a (murder)