Murda 1
Killa Tay Lyrics

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{Killa Tay}
Murder mind like Manson, no expansion
Penitentiary chances cuz I'm scandalous, game deeper than Atlantic
Got em prayin like a mantis, but it ain't no hope though
Relentless bout this scrilla, these killas, we Mafioso
Regulate em like ho strolls, run em up off the Blocc
When the AK Poppin, I'm gone
Callin whoever I see, until I think I hear the cops comin

Mothafucka we run it, gotta punch it, got my blunt it
I'm sideways to the highway, can't be caught up in no punk shit
We run shit, from the West Coast, to the Midwest, to the South
Trigger happy like a B.G. put my streezy in yo mouth
Like toothpaste, kill em for actin two-faced
Backstabbin, they grabbin they pistols way too late
Murda 1 was the case
That they gave me, label me crazy, when we smash through
Wit a ???, leave em holy like a deacon leakin blood
Through yo teeth and meetin death, face to face, ain't no sunshine
Y'all heard the news through the grapevine
Gotta kill us all if y'all jealous G'z wanna take mine

Hook
We Blast! We killin em up, everyday, all day, we murder em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we shoot em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we kill em up
We Blast! We kill em up, everyday, all day, we fuck em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we kill em up
We Blast! We kill em up, everyday, all day, we shoot em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we kill em up
We Blast! We killin em up everyday, all day, we murder.....

{Marvaless}
Yeah my nigga, I heard you hollerin about you doin big shit
Fuck the complications, and fucked up situations
Bitch made nigga tactics, got these niggaz wrapped up in plastic
Facin they maker, fed up wit the most unpredictable
Want it enough, well it's time that we challenge ???
So nigga what? We in the cut, without no way to be seen
I'm blazin up, unzippin my come up, made the getaway clean
I'm fleeing the scene, and I ain't got it all anyway so let's choose
Should I think about ???? breakin yo ass, so what you gon lose
I gives a fuck about the next nigga survive ??????
Nowadays niggaz is on other shit, so it's easy to plot
And I want it all, from the scrill to the bomb, to the stash in yo safe
You ain't even knowin what hit ya, you was flossin too much
Ya dividends must get touched, in all aspects I keep it real
Too much goin on in this killa field, so it's kill or be killed
Now who'd ya figure, was behind this trigga, bodyin ya cash
So I'mma smash for mine, and blast for mine
Without a trace, Murda was the case

{Killa Tay}
Murda, professional, untestable, so lethal with these weapons
Pickin em off like interceptions, causin havoc in seconds
I'm dumpin and punchin and leavin the po-po with no lead
I'm jackin and stackin and actin a fool, when it comes to my money and weed
They call me greedy like the Grinch, watch you flinch, soon as they see me
Post up wit Sicc in the cut, we hittin em up like graffiti
My money be funny, my bitches be vicious, I'm livin my life wit a grudge
Wit wicked intentions, I'm representin these G'z and these thugs
That ain't afraid to kill like Holyfield, I break em all off
No trippin cuz if the pistol ain't official I got the sawed-off
Crackin and packin, a marked-man like Sadaam, I do it my way
Runnin til my dyin day, I crush, pushin 100 on the highway
With no L's, watchin out for them jealous peepz
Gotta strap and a zip of hydro-weed but I don't need no felony
So I clear the house in 5th gear, thinkin about my young bitch
Ask these niggaz who run shit
K-I-L-L-A-T-A-Y, all day nigga

Hook
We Blast! We killin em up, everyday, all day, we murder em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we shoot em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we kill em up
We Blast! We kill em up, everyday, all day, we fuck em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we kill em up
We Blast! We kill em up, everyday, all day, we shootin em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we killin em up
We Blast! We killin em up everyday, all day, we murder.....

We Blast! We killin em up everyday, all day, we shootin em up
We Blast! We murder em up, everyday, all day, we killin em up
We Blast! We killin em up, everyday, all day, we fuckin em up
We Blast! We killin em up everyday, all day we murder....

We Blast! (Blast Blast!) (Blast Blast!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Killa Tay's song "Murda 1" are about his involvement in criminal activities and how he's willing to kill anyone who crosses him or his "mafioso" gang. He talks about his "murder mind," likening it to Charles Manson, and how he's willing to take his chances in the penitentiary. The game is deeper than the Atlantic, and Killa Tay says he runs the streets from the West Coast to the South. He's trigger happy and ready to shoot anyone who dares to cross him, and he'll leave them "holy like a deacon leaking blood." The chorus echoes his violent sentiments, chanting "We Blast! We killin em up, everyday, all day, we murder em up."

Marvaless joins in the second verse, rapping about how she's "facing her maker" and taking down anyone who gets in her way. She too wants to "have it all" and is willing to kill for it. She questions who could be behind the trigger while she's bodying people for cash. The verse is filled with violent imagery and reinforces the theme of the song: Murda 1.

Overall, the song is a dark and violent portrayal of street life, where killing and survival are the only means of success.

Line by Line Meaning

Murder mind like Manson, no expansion
I have a murderer's mentality like Charles Manson but I don't allow it to make me more violent.

Penitentiary chances cuz I'm scandalous, game deeper than Atlantic
I take risks that could lead me to prison because I'm a scandalous person and I'm involved in criminal activities that go beyond my local territory.

Got em prayin like a mantis, but it ain't no hope though
I have my enemies scared and hopeless, like a praying mantis about to be devoured by a predator.

Relentless bout this scrilla, these killas, we Mafioso
I'm relentless in my pursuit of money, and I'm associated with other killers like myself in a way that resembles the Mafia.

Regulate em like ho strolls, run em up off the Blocc
I treat my enemies like I would prostitutes I control, chasing them off my territory.

When the AK Poppin, I'm gone
When the AK-47 is firing, I'm making my escape.

Callin whoever I see, until I think I hear the cops comin
I'm calling out to anyone I see as I'm fleeing, until I think the police are coming.

Mothafucka we run it, gotta punch it, got my blunt it
We're the ones in charge of this area, we have to speed away, and I'm taking my marijuana with me.

I'm sideways to the highway, can't be caught up in no punk shit
I'm driving recklessly down the highway, I can't get caught up in any cowardly behavior.

We run shit, from the West Coast, to the Midwest, to the South
We're in control on the entire West Coast, as well as the Midwest and the South of the country.

Trigger happy like a B.G. put my streezy in yo mouth
I'm quick to pull the trigger, just like a Baby Gangsta, and I'm putting my gun's muzzle in your mouth.

Like toothpaste, kill em for actin two-faced
I'll kill someone who is acting deceitful, like spreading toothpaste over their face.

Backstabbin, they grabbin they pistols way too late
When someone tries to betray me, they're reaching for their gun too late.

Murda 1 was the case
The crime I was accused of was murder in the first degree.

That they gave me, label me crazy, when we smash through
They labeled me as insane when I committed the murder, but now I'm escaping with my accomplices.

Wit a ???, leave em holy like a deacon leakin blood
I'm shooting my enemies with some unknown weapon, making them bleed profusely and die like a dead believer.

Through yo teeth and meetin death, face to face, ain't no sunshine
As my enemies are dying, the sun is not shining, and they're looking at death in despair.

Y'all heard the news through the grapevine
You heard about my crime through the grapevine, from word of mouth.

Gotta kill us all if y'all jealous G'z wanna take mine
If you're jealous of our money, power, and control, you'd have to kill all of us to take it.

Yeah my nigga, I heard you hollerin about you doin big shit
I heard you boasting about your achievements, my friend.

Fuck the complications, and fucked up situations
I don't care about complexities and difficult situations.

Bitch made nigga tactics, got these niggaz wrapped up in plastic
You behave like a coward and that's why you're in trouble, helpless and waiting for your fate to come.

Facin they maker, fed up wit the most unpredictable
You're about to face death, tired of dealing with the most unexpected challenges.

Want it enough, well it's time that we challenge ???
If you want something enough, it's time to go after it even though it's difficult or impossible to obtain.

So nigga what? We in the cut, without no way to be seen
I don't care, we're hidden away in a secluded place without being seen.

I'm blazin up, unzippin my come up, made the getaway clean
I'm smoking marijuana and enjoying my success, unzipping my jacket which is now full of money, and escaping without leaving any trail behind.

I'm fleeing the scene, and I ain't got it all anyway so let's choose
I'm running away from the crime scene, and I didn't get all the money, so I have to choose my next plan of action.

I'm representin these G'z and these thugs
I'm representing the gangsters and criminals I'm associated with.

That ain't afraid to kill like Holyfield, I break em all off
I'm not afraid to kill my enemies, and I can beat them up just like the boxer Holyfield.

No trippin cuz if the pistol ain't official I got the sawed-off
I'm not worried, if my pistol isn't legal, I'll use my sawed-off shotgun instead.

Crackin and packin, a marked-man like Sadaam, I do it my way
I'm hustling and carrying weapons, like Saddam Hussein, I do things my way without any compromise.

Runnin til my dyin day, I crush, pushin 100 on the highway
I'll keep running and operating in the criminal world until the day I die, drive recklessly at 100 miles per hour.

With no L's, watchin out for them jealous peepz
I'm avoiding any legal troubles and watching out for those who envy me.

Gotta strap and a zip of hydro-weed but I don't need no felony
I have a gun and some high-quality marijuana, but I don't want any felony charges filed against me.

So I clear the house in 5th gear, thinkin about my young bitch
I leave the house quickly, thinking about my girlfriend and how I can provide for her.

K-I-L-L-A-T-A-Y, all day nigga
My name is Killa Tay, I'm a killer all day long.

We Blast! We kill em up, everyday, all day, we shoot em up
We're firing our weapons, killing people every day, all day long.

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