Murder
Gudda Gudda Lyrics


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Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me &
Gudda to eat a few niggas back up
Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Holla at ya dude
Call the coronor man the track
Has just been murded

Check me out
I, step up in this motherfucker chest up
Only hot boy left up in this mother
Other niggas slept up but I kept up
Niggas stepped down but I stepped up
In this motherfucker
Let the squad up in this motherfucker
Keep the wildin up we tear that
Whole side up in this motherfucker
South side up in this mothefucker
Shouts fire outside uhhh
You and ya guys could die
Up in this motherfucker
Young southern motherfucker Weezy baby
Slash raw tune not a cartoon send a harpoon
Through ya heart soon if you walk to
Close to me, close shot
Flow for mi me coast you
Can't see my flow I practice notes
With the ghost, no joke, i'm
Realer than 16 days after 9 11
September 27th happy birthday weezy nigga

Yeah, nigaa it's Gudda Gudda
All my street niggas stand up
All my Gudda niggas stand up
Ima give it to yall like this gUDDA!

Listen
I aim the thunder squeeze at ya shoulders
The chamber puff and breeze ya granola
Anger or hunger, no he's just a soldier
Gangsta Gudda, Gudda muhfucker
What another muhfucker gon tell high yella
Slim cat
Send em where ya brim at & trim that
And at ya funeral, I don't why they
Sing this little light of mine
Cause I dim that i'm on that stem that
Weezy get from Cam & the Dip-Mats
Y'all can't get that
Flowing off that shit that
Come out that fat booga sack now I'm
In the back with the Mac like
What chu lookin at?
Fuck it gotta quit that, neva that, rude cat
Get back a cool presence but I'll
Merk any fool present
Fool I'm the neighborhood news message
& got you you niggas ahhh

Ye-eeah that's gudda! Nigga
I'm bout to burn this shit back up
Nahimsayin hear ya boy out
This the south
And who could give it to you like me
Its been giving but you ain't hear
It till ya like me
So therefore they're whores until
They like me
This shit is hell boy, or what it might be
I'm 90 proof hustler, 10% human
Get the shit gloomy, strip the strip boomin
Get the script screwed in
Nina Ross get the clip screwed in
Get ya clique screwed up
Me & my clique screwed up
Like the screwed up clique
Got the purple juice poured up
The squad up sip
Then a purple coupe pulled up
Like "squad up here"
Bitches riding with niggas like
"let me outta here"
My flow is very outta here
Listen ma, I know I say I get us here
But look dear ya baby boy went and got a year
Now I have not a fear
Fuck y'all Gudda comeback

Man y'all don't want that troule man
That was trouble right there
& y'all don't want that lemme give
It to y'all one more time gudda!

I move with the tool on my waistline
Shoes on the gray 5
Blues any fool tryna take mines
Been a fool since I was yay high
Stay high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don't waste time
I'm from the state line where niggas get
They cake like a baked pie
It's the city where the blocks is burnin
Rocks and burners
The shit that keep ya pockets splurgin
Its Gudda Gudda watch the wheels
When the drop is turnin
Like my wrist a lot of ice
When the watch is turnin
Not concerned with dope fiends
Who's pockets hurtin squad up when we drop
Shit's locked for certain

Shit's locked man click clack man

They say I'm too young
To know about the shit that I be talkin about
Man that's the shit I be talkin about
But fuck the world and what they talkin about
If they ain't talkin bout this
Then they ain't talkin bout shit
Listen I gotta, quarter of block
I stretch it let it harden & rock
Then show the hood what a bargain about, fuck
I got shop I call it stock
Not on wall street I put the shit
On y'all street now y'all feast
Yo word to the highest above
If so happen my raps don't fly
I flip pies & such
Use my school knowledge mix science withdrugs
& I'm smart enough to know I'ma die as a thug
Nigga life's nothing but getting
High off the bud
Cause after that I feel like I
Could just die in love
For the streets I got dying love
2 teardrops I'm crying for all my dying thugs
Embrace my pistol with bear-lion hugshugs
Keep trying you lie in blood
Man nigga I breath iron man
M-my heart pump lion blood
And when I roar I grow
Wings and fly high above
Birdman, Junior in the skies above
The turbulance in the air make my tires rubs
I'm bout to drop down, Fee line me up




Perfect landing like (whistle noise)
"Hi, wassup?"

Overall Meaning

The song "Murder" by Gudda Gudda featuring Lil Wayne and T-Streets is a rap track with aggressive lyrics. The song starts with Lil Wayne and T-Streets talking about eating up a few people, and then Gudda Gudda comes in to deliver his verse. Gudda Gudda talks about how he is a gangsta soldier who is not afraid to use his thunderous weapon against his enemies. He talks about murdering anyone who dares to cross his path. He describes his environment as the one where the blocks are burning, and everyone is trying to get rich by any means necessary. He raps about his passion for drugs and how he knows mixing drugs with science can yield great results. Gudda Gudda also emphasizes his love for his fallen soldiers, and he is ready to cry for them.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Introduction by Lil Wayne to his song Murder


My nigga streets telling me he need me & Gudda to eat a few niggas back up Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Lil Wayne and T-Streets discussing how they need to release a song that showcases their talents and Gudda Gudda's contribution to the song


Holla at ya dude Call the coronor man the track Has just been murded
Lil Wayne and T-Streets joke about how the song is so good that it's going to kill the competition


I, step up in this motherfucker chest up Only hot boy left up in this mother Other niggas slept up but I kept up Niggas stepped down but I stepped up In this motherfucker
Gudda Gudda enters the rap scene with his head held high, while everyone else is sleeping on their talent


Let the squad up in this motherfucker Keep the wildin up we tear that Whole side up in this motherfucker South side up in this mothefucker Shouts fire outside uhhh You and ya guys could die Up in this motherfucker
Gudda Gudda calls on his fellow squad members to join him in dominating the rap game, warning everyone that they will take over and defeat anyone who opposes them


Slash raw tune not a cartoon send a harpoon Through ya heart soon if you walk to Close to me, close shot Flow for mi me coast you Can't see my flow I practice notes With the ghost, no joke, i'm Realer than 16 days after 9 11 September 27th happy birthday weezy nigga
Gudda Gudda boasts about his raw and real rap skills, warning any competition to stay away or they will feel the sting of his words


All my street niggas stand up All my Gudda niggas stand up Ima give it to yall like this gUDDA!
Gudda Gudda rallies his fans and supporters, getting them ready for his verse in the song Murder


I aim the thunder squeeze at ya shoulders The chamber puff and breeze ya granola Anger or hunger, no he's just a soldier Gangsta Gudda, Gudda muhfucker What another muhfucker gon tell high yella Slim cat Send em where ya brim at & trim that And at ya funeral, I don't why they Sing this little light of mine Cause I dim that i'm on that stem that Weezy get from Cam & the Dip-Mats Y'all can't get that Flowing off that shit that Come out that fat booga sack now I'm In the back with the Mac like What chu lookin at? Fuck it gotta quit that, neva that, rude cat Get back a cool presence but I'll Merk any fool present Fool I'm the neighborhood news message & got you you niggas ahhh
Gudda Gudda delivers a hard-hitting rap verse, threatening and intimidating anyone who stands in his way. He also borrows the hardcore rap style of Cam'ron and The Diplomats


I'm bout to burn this shit back up Nahimsayin hear ya boy out This the south And who could give it to you like me Its been giving but you ain't hear It till ya like me So therefore they're whores until They like me This shit is hell boy, or what it might be I'm 90 proof hustler, 10% human Get the shit gloomy, strip the strip boomin Get the script screwed in Nina Ross get the clip screwed in Get ya clique screwed up Me & my clique screwed up Like the screwed up clique Got the purple juice poured up The squad up sip Then a purple coupe pulled up Like "squad up here" Bitches riding with niggas like "let me outta here" My flow is very outta here Listen ma, I know I say I get us here But look dear ya baby boy went and got a year Now I have not a fear Fuck y'all Gudda comeback
Gudda Gudda speaks about his unique style of rap and how it sets him apart from others. He also talks about his struggles and highlights his achievements, despite the obstacles he's had to face


Man y'all don't want that troule man That was trouble right there & y'all don't want that lemme give It to y'all one more time gudda!
Gudda Gudda acknowledges that his rap style is not for everyone and warns others to stay away if they can't handle it


I move with the tool on my waistline Shoes on the gray 5 Blues any fool tryna take mines Been a fool since I was yay high Stay high puffin Hershey eyes yay high Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline Gudda going hard at a bitch I don't waste time I'm from the state line where niggas get They cake like a baked pie It's the city where the blocks is burnin Rocks and burners The shit that keep ya pockets splurgin Its Gudda Gudda watch the wheels When the drop is turnin Like my wrist a lot of ice When the watch is turnin Not concerned with dope fiends Who's pockets hurtin squad up when we drop Shit's locked for certain
Gudda Gudda describes his life growing up in a violent city and his tough approach to dealing with life's challenges. He also boasts about his success and the impact it has had on the rap game


They say I'm too young To know about the shit that I be talkin about Man that's the shit I be talkin about But fuck the world and what they talkin about If they ain't talkin bout this Then they ain't talkin bout shit Listen I gotta, quarter of block I stretch it let it harden & rock Then show the hood what a bargain about, fuck I got shop I call it stock Not on wall street I put the shit On y'all street now y'all feast Yo word to the highest above If so happen my raps don't fly I flip pies & such Use my school knowledge mix science withdrugs & I'm smart enough to know I'ma die as a thug Nigga life's nothing but getting High off the bud Cause after that I feel like I Could just die in love For the streets I got dying love 2 teardrops I'm crying for all my dying thugs Embrace my pistol with bear-lion hugshugs Keep trying you lie in blood Man nigga I breath iron man M-my heart pump lion blood And when I roar I grow Wings and fly high above Birdman, Junior in the skies above The turbulance in the air make my tires rubs I'm bout to drop down, Fee line me up Perfect landing like (whistle noise) "Hi, wassup?"
Gudda Gudda reflects on his struggles and how the rap game is often quick to dismiss people who are too young to understand. He talks about his street smarts and his ambitions to succeed. He also raps about the violence and danger of his surroundings, and the tough persona he has adopted to survive. He also pays tribute to his fallen friends and supporters




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Song slams so hard. Not many touch this level

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