[Intro: Young Mad B, Ini Kamoze]
This is a [?] production
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Yeah, yeah, it's murder (Out in the street they call it mer- they all it merther)
Real life, madness, [?] madness, Tiny Boost (Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther)
Real life
SI
PY (Pecky nigga, pecky nigga, pecky niggas spray)
'Narm
[Verse 1: Young Mad B]
Fuck the little tints (Fuck it)
Black Gang, we get straight (Straight)
And out in the streets, headshots no debating (None)
We ride for the love of the stick
Pussy niggas get their lives cut short, for the love of the strip
It's real (So real)
Like Giggs said, every Pecky nigga bangs deep
Bullets [?] knife in your face, get lugged in til your mags teeth
And yeah we do shoot instant
We clap off the luger
Body levitates and disappears like [?]
Yeah we be the gully type
SI to real life, my niggas die for paper hype
My Black Pecky niggas, nice with the trace (Nice)
Some real trigger niggas blow the skin off of your face
It's crazy where we come from
We just try to flip 'round (Try to flip it)
Send packs and get back cash back and love songs (Cake)
So tread safe when you walk the [?] live (Safe)
'Cause I've been surrounded by niggas that specialise in gun crimes
[Chorus: Tiny Boost, Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the streets, murder (Out in the street they call it mer- they all it merther)
Tiny Boost (Boost)
PYG (PYG)
SN1 (SN1)
Listen (Listen)
Yo
[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]
Out in the streets, grab your burna (Grab it)
'Cause it's murder, you're talking like a burster (Real talk)
You think you're hard til you're bursted up (Up)
Left you in the dirt and mud whilst you birth your blood
I'll get your body in a bag for a good reason (For a good reason)
Summer time shootouts, it's a good season (Trust me)
Got my squad and they're down for the hood beefing (Down)
Fuck a hood beating (Fuck it), I'll keep your hood leaking
You don't like me til I'm fucking up the murder rate
Couple shots from the trey, shit'll burn your face
You'll survive and you'll feel like you've burnt the days
Feel the pain when your mum looks and turn away (Haha)
This is murder, trust me it can happen
Guns pop, guns stop, fuck it I'ma stab 'em
You're somethin' like an 8 mil, dargy I'm a cannon
Darg I got the cannon, move fast when I bang 'em (Bang)
[Chorus: Young Mad B, Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
It's murder Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
It's murder
Real talk
Real life
Big beats
Let's go
[Verse 3: Mad B]
Fuck the talking, let the heat speak
Whistle on the steel
Disrespect and I'll make the 4 fizzy spin your grill (Spin dat)
'Cause you ain't hard nah
You just a minor tug, mind I pull your plug
I'm wrapping niggas like a rug (Wrapped up)
Hope you grip him up
My suttin' lift him up (Up)
Gunshots will make a bitch nigga shake and trump (Die)
I just love it when these niggas talk greaze (I love it)
But when they face to face with the ting they're like "nigga please, don't shoot me" (Beg)
Back it, burst him in his face
Pussy know your place
And my trigger fingers itchy
I swear down I'm 'bout catch another case
My niggas up the stakes (Yeah), bring it to your mummys gates (Um)
Don't get it twist
I ain't tryna claim the hardest (Nah)
Regardless of his age, I touch him with the gauge
How pussy niggas make the front page
Just another body slumped found on the page (Piss)
[Outro: Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
Out in the street they call it mer- they call it merther
