Murder Man
Pastor Troy Lyrics


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(Pastor Troy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, this for da clones in the ATL,
With them fake a** chains,
For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta Atlanta,
Verse 1
Iiiii'm comin, 2 50 cal's in hand,
Long goatee's ni**a da taliban,
I'll murda man, I'm tryin to murk somethin,
This ain't no chuck e cheese,
I'm tryin to hurt somethin',
These ni**az claimin G's, claimin' they run the south, please..
How you run this sh** in them butt fu** caprice,
Atleast you outta know bout' my thrown,
The P the T the are the O the why,
Ni**a I'm so fly call me jet,
Jump off in the ocean still ain't wet,
I flex I mothafu**in ball betta ax em,
Catch a ni**a talkin sh**,
Motherfu**in blast em,
Murda, M - you - are - D - A,
I'm pumpin gats at whoever in the way,
I got the gunplay, don't think they understand,
Don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man.
Chorus
I don't think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda man
Fu** with the murda man
(well ah haaaa) (x 4)
Verse 2
Yaaaaa'll trippin',
Not everybody crunk,
Y'all' ni**az gonna make me pop tha trunk,
Cause I remember way back in the day, when the ATL was'nt gettin no play,
Then I came out, drop, we ready,
Ni**az went to bouncin',
Ridin' dem box chevys,
But I guess that was then,
This is now.... when I catch ya a** in the street, the guns plow,
I represent the heart,
I represent the Anger,
I represent the real,
I represent the danger,
I represent the cars,
I represent the dream,
I represent repect,
I'm representin my team,
It's Pistol PT, aka the Murda Man,
Ya pistol's in ya car,
My pistol's in my hand,
And you can ask Jan,
I shot a ni**a ran,
Don't think you understand, I'm the fu**in' Murda Man(haaaa)
Chours(x 4)

Verse 3
Stiiiiiill spinnin',
Empty my magazine,
I jump off in my limozine, and fleet the scene,
This ain't the swat team,
This ain't' lil scrappy and them,
I love that hard sh**,
And fu** a platinum,
And lil jon', used to be my homie, used to be my ace,
Now I wanna slap tha taste, out yo mouth,
Ni**a down south I'm a legend,
When you see me, keep mothafu**in' steppin,
They flexin... so what you got a A(ATL) Hat ni**a?
That don't mean sh**,
To a southside killa,
What's up Shay, what's up toadd,
On that air, shady park,
Murda, M - you - are - D - A,
I'm bustin' shots at whoever in my way,
Cockin' my a.k.,
Don't think they understand.. But I don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa)




Chorus(x 4)
(well ah haaaa)

Overall Meaning

Pastor Troy's "Murder Man" is a song that appears to speak towards a rebellious time within Atlanta's rap scene. He appears to address clones and fake individuals in the city. In the first verse, he presents himself as a warrior, with tools to destroy anyone who dares to mess with him. He draws a distinction between himself and others in the game by saying that he is not trying to play around, he is trying to hurt someone. Pastor Troy then goes ahead to brag about his abilities and the fact that he is unstoppable, as he is so fly that he could jump off into the ocean and not get wet. In another verse, he points out that he is not with the trend, as he is not into crunk music, and speaking directly through his lyrics, it becomes clear that he is more interested in keeping it real than pandering to the mainstream.


The theme of the song seems to be about proving oneself and maintaining one's authenticity in an industry that can be unrelenting, especially to those who are perceived as cloned or fake. Pastor Troy depicts himself as the antithesis to the mainstream by highlighting his street credibility and unforgiving demeanor. He appears to exude a sense of masculinity and rebelliousness that seems to prototypically cultivate within rappers in the genre. Through his explicit and confrontational lyrics, he paints a picture of someone who is unstoppable and unapologetic.


Line by Line Meaning

Iiiii'm comin, 2 50 cal's in hand, Long goatee's ni**a da taliban, I'll murda man, I'm tryin to murk somethin, This ain't no chuck e cheese, I'm tryin to hurt somethin',
The Murda Man is armed with two 50 cal. guns and has a long goatee like a member of the taliban. He aims to kill someone and is not interested in playing childish games like chuck e cheese. He wants to inflict pain on his target.


These ni**az claimin G's, claimin' they run the south, please.. How you run this sh** in them butt fu** caprice, Atleast you outta know bout' my thrown,
The Murda Man is calling out those fake gangster rappers who claim to run the southern rap scene. He ridicules their weak cars like the Caprice and warns them to respect him because they should know about his reputation and influence.


I got the gunplay, don't think they understand, Don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man.
The Murda Man has guns and is willing to use them. He knows that no one wants to face him because of his reputation as a killer.


I don't think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda man Fu** with the murda man (well ah haaaa) (x 4)
The chorus repeats that the Murda Man is someone you don't want to mess with because of his deadly nature.


Yaaaaa'll trippin', Not everybody crunk, Y'all' ni**az gonna make me pop tha trunk,
The Murda Man thinks that not everyone is as hyper as they claim to be, and if they keep acting up, he will pull out his guns from his car trunk.


I represent the heart, I represent the Anger, I represent the real, I represent the danger,
The Murda Man is a representation of passion, rage, authenticity, and perilousness. His artistry is built on these foundations.


Stiiiiiill spinnin', Empty my magazine, I jump off in my limozine, and fleet the scene,
The Murda Man is still driving around, firing his gun until he runs out of ammo. Then, he hops into his limousine and drives away from the scene of the crime.


And lil jon', used to be my homie, used to be my ace, Now I wanna slap tha taste, out yo mouth, Ni**a down south I'm a legend,
The Murda Man once had a close relationship with Lil Jon, but now he wants to punch him in the face. Nonetheless, he is a legend in the southern rap scene


Cockin' my a.k., Don't think they understand.. But I don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa)
The Murda Man is preparing his AK-47 and believes that no one wants to face him because of his dangerous reputation.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Swizz-Lo, Micah Levar Troy

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