Shoot shooting

You line up with your man

Duck and reload (duck and reload, murda)You see my pockets empty

But they say lift my hands

Tell ′em bomaye

Way they do my blood

Dying on the streets

(Murda, murda, murda, murda)

Running from the law

Pray don't lose my feet

(Murda, murda, murda, murda)

Me no be the nervous one

Me no be disturbing none

Yet I see the mans and run (murda)

We are not to run too long

They were never scary

Tell ′em bomaye

Way they do my blood

Dying on the streets

(Murda, murda, murda, murda)

Running from the law

Pray don't lose my feet

(Murda, murda, murda, murda)

Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)

Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)

Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda)

Exodus, Exodus, Exodus

Murda

Yeah (Exodus)

Yeah (Exodus)

Yeah (Exodus)

Murda

Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)

Give me that (give me that), (Exodus)

Give mе that, yeah (Give mе that, yeah), (Exodus), (Murda)

Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda)

Ah, ah, (murda, murda, murda, murda)

Murda, murda, murda, murda