Artist: Dr. Ama f/ Murda Max Album: Sex, Crime & Audiotape Song: Murda Musik Typed by: Cno Evil [Dr. Ama] Push his naps back, blat blat, that's that Watch his teeth fall out, show me where the stacks at Fuck how you feeling, S.I. in the building Eighth that pull off banana clips worth squeeling Let police approach me wreckless, check this Who be Bell or Amadou, here's what Ama do Doc Ama let the llama do what the llama do Hot headed, cold blooded, so thugged, hoes love it Apple bottom turn over, slow dug it, hmm Homicidal maniac, suicidal tendencies Look for infantry of goons that's disturbed mentally Tell 'em king how we get it in (you already know) It's all goody for that spread, cuz me a fedi hoe Put your drugs, thick a thug, that's how we give it up Murda musik, S.I.C., New York, we live it up [Murda Max] You dudes better save the riffing, I leave the strip messy Coroners got 'em do a 'Double Take' like Eddie Griffin Keep a mack, ain't no tellin' when I'mma flip I squeeze the hammer tighter than the python's grip It's Murda and Doc Ama, and the biggest thread to the U.S. like Osama Clap and revolve you, if I leave the hood, I always come back Around, I'm like karma, the problem solver You niggas ain't ready, anywhere I go I pop bag 'em and throw 'em off the side of the ferry I love to scrap, but you know you gotta pack a gun or two Niggas think I'm ya father that's how long I've been sonning you Pass me the fedi, you don't want them Staten boys To come through, homey, can turn your brain in spaghetti My mind's feeling deadly, fuck it if you niggas come That's more niggas for me to chew like bubble gum I show you what the business is and how to be behind me Got loyal niggas behind me, the body or the witnesses I'm 'Fearless' like Jet Li, respect me Or get tucked in bed, homeboy, six feet You cut from a different cloth, I'm cut from the streets The hoes, you couldn't take a step in my sneaks It's Murda