Yung Beastie - Murdaham Flow Lyrics

Mob shit, my shit, yeah
Dyleechie you did this one

Yeah aye, Yes sir (Yes sir)
Let's get it!

Murdaham, I'm from the trenches
Northside nigga but I'm staying in Ensley
Handling business I should wear a suit
I'm not giving papers on 3rd Avenue
Hit her, don't lick her, I'm breaking up with her
Drive a hoe crazy, I'll make a bitch bitter
Colder then winter, "On daddy that's facts!"
I came a long way from riding that Max!
I just be floating, I'm somewhere in Pratt
Smoking gas with the wax
Even when hungry I'll never get Jack
Grind don't stop, I never take naps
I'm on the track, I'm bout to run laps
Just got a check, I want to shoot craps
Make me some snaps, Off the 4 and the 10
Fader bout to by my bottle of Hen
I'm at it again, Somewhere in the Bay
Somewhere with your bae, she bout to get slayed
Put in a grave, Deceased the coochie
I know I laid it down when she fired up the loosie
You know that I'm stupid, can tell by my music
Family nigga been rapping like Boochie (Fab)
I'm with some Goonies been thugging since juvy
We gone get some money it's gone be a movie

Yow, yow, yow, Aye

R I P Juby, free Weezy and Wudy
I smoke til I'm vooted, drank til I'm woozy
Baby Drac, This ain't no Lil Uzi!
At the Crestwood movies strapped to the fullest
Y'all can be Goofys, Mickeys, and some Ducks
Who ever drew y'all together did not give a f*ck
Shaking my head (Shaking my head)
At they top like a Eitheridge, they gone need a blessing

All this hate that we catching, we must send a message
I'mma direct it, make sure that you get it
Vicehill legend, forever I'm repping
Bricks showed my a lesson, "Do dirty, don't regret it"
You say that you hustling, but nobodies sweating
We grind hard as f*ck, we get musty and sell it
On the 4 with the weapon
Niggas and bitches get staples and stitches (Staples and stitches)

I'm in the Palace, "I'm trynna get wicked"
Need a whole hour, I can't pull a quickie
I'm in H-Town, I'm alluding the piggies
I know they'll kill me if they see the ciggie
Remember high school I used to rock dickies
Now look at the growth I'm in Polo like Yo
Whatley my Cuz, that's not cause he Loc
We gone get some money, f*ck jugging them bows
I do the most, MP on a boat
I got the flow, Bah man I'm the GOAT
We gone eat good nigga it won't be long
Sirloin, Fillet Mignon, no more Hong Kong
Not danger prone, you'll get hit in the dome
You say this the jungle, but bitch this my home

Yow, yow, yow, Aye

Murdaham, Murdaham (That's Birmingham)
Hmm Bih
Aye Let's Get It

Tear it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, tear it up
Eat it!