Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga
-Bizzy Bone-
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villain is still in effect/ And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of fact I'ma do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin/ Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga/ Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...
And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."
-Chorus -
-Prince Rasu-
We can't get fucked, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico/ Bastard, I'm a animal/ My guradians was avenues/ My Lord be my shepherd, but I swarms for collatoral/ Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots, Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand/ Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens/ Fucked with the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/ I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down/ Ride with the 7th Sign/ Violate, we gone clown/ Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown/ Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog/ Chi-town youngsta
-Chorus-
-Josiah Rasu-
Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them souljahs come marchin in/ You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up/ Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper/ I ain't scared to die/ I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so I'ma stay real until my heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life/ I am the light, and if you miss us then you misses haven't heard of murder/ Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap peelas
-Chorus -
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters/ Analyzin' we done plottin'/ Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low tolerence/ Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's/ The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground/ Told you we ain't fuckin' around/ Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-you-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell no/ Call us the money makers, pullin' capers/ Baby momma need that paper/ Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see
-Chorus-
Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga
-Bizzy Bone-
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villain is still in effect/ And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of fact I'ma do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin/ Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga/ Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...
And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."
-Chorus -
-Prince Rasu-
We can't get fucked, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico/ Bastard, I'm a animal/ My guradians was avenues/ My Lord be my shepherd, but I swarms for collatoral/ Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots, Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand/ Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens/ Fucked with the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/ I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down/ Ride with the 7th Sign/ Violate, we gone clown/ Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown/ Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog/ Chi-town youngsta
-Chorus-
-Josiah Rasu-
Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them souljahs come marchin in/ You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up/ Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper/ I ain't scared to die/ I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so I'ma stay real until my heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life/ I am the light, and if you miss us then you misses haven't heard of murder/ Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap peelas
-Chorus -
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters/ Analyzin' we done plottin'/ Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low tolerence/ Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's/ The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground/ Told you we ain't fuckin' around/ Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-you-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell no/ Call us the money makers, pullin' capers/ Baby momma need that paper/ Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see
-Chorus-
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Murdah Lyrics as written by Derrick Johnson
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