Murda tha Scene - Dj Kay Slay, Bynoe, Neek Bucks

I murdered the scene

Slay, what up?

Hip hop frontline

Blue chip in the building

You already know, yeah

I murdered the scene

King, look

I’m feelin' like I’m too hard for the game I’m in

Caviar seats salmon, that’s five, I filet my Benz

Militant is how I train my men

Nigga diss me at 9, he’ll be floatin' in the lake by ten

I don’t fuck with them fuse liars

Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet

Brother, I’m too fire (Fire)

As far as beef, fifty cal Desert Eag', my gun’ll defuse riots

Talk tough under pictures for clout

When I see you, hope your heart is as big as your mouth

'Cause your train will be rippin' you out

Now I’m rockin' on IG Live while I’m dickin' your spouse

The god handle business

My young wolf keep a 22 on like Andrew Wiggins

You a bitch and your man is snitchin'

Real nigga that rap, I’m not a rapper, understand the difference

I murdered the scene

I murdered the scene

Look, fuck all that Instagram beefin', it’s on sight

Now you gotta follow him and run into a nigga in real life

Beat him down and make his crew bleed

Then you gotta tag him and post it all on your newsfeed

I don’t need the TEC

I can get up close and stab you and watch you bleed to death

Fake niggas I can’t respect

It’s like I don’t know they wifi password, we can’t connect

My Spanish niggas will hand off pain

I can get you killed right after they finish up a handball game

Out here close friends’ll murk you

It don’t mean somebody in your corner just 'cause he in your circle

You know they can’t wait for you to fall

Or see you in the casket or either fightin' cases with the law

I still rep a murderous team

Haddy Racks wrapped up, niggas know I murdered the scene

Racks

I murdered the scene (What?)

I murdered the scene (Bynoe, right)

Murdered the scene, a code red

Yellow tape the block up, boy, they all dead (Uh)

They hit some parked cars but they got the opps

Had the window rolled down when they spinned the block (Right)

They do what I say so

Tear the trunk off your whip with that Draco

Nobody seen shit, I wish you niggas tell

Send him to your mama’s crib before I make bail

Pillow talkin' to these hoes got your homie hit

Bandana on the barrel on some homie shit

That’s what happen when the grips come out

Get your ass a set of wings when the fifth rung out (Yeah)

They knocked his dad hat off his head

Closed casket, that’s a bonus, did him filthy for the bread

Mask on, no chance to run

Dial 911 when you see my gun 'cause I

I murdered the scene (Yeah)

I murdered the scene (Oh, I’m on 'em)

I ain’t tryna hear none of you cats screamin' New York’s back

'Cause when the city fell off, where were you dudes at?

Y’all was rappin' all Southern, I had New York’s back

And that’s word to the A-Train, that’s a New York fact

Well shit I been had the ammo, I just needed a gat

In the hands of the DJ who wasn’t scared to clap

Give Slay the head nod (What else?), then turn my back

Bet he catch you outside, homie, how 'bout that?

Bitches scared when I’m in here 'cause what I do to a track

I’ll leave your scalp wide open, ain’t no glue for that

Homie, I black with the ink, I’ll go tit for tat

That bar went over your head, you can bring that back

Now if my dough not risin', I’ma switch the batch

Catch the first nigga ballin', make him kiss the bat

I’m from Far Rock, Queens, we don’t get get the strap (You know why?)

'Cause we ride with that shit in our lap

And when it’s on, motherfuckers

I murdered the scene (Yeah)

I murdered the scene

Ever since I can remember, a nigga been gettin' paid (Facts)

Rubber band up loaf for me, I ain’t talkin' DeJ

Nigga can’t live with a body shot from the gauge

Did some things I’ll never tell 'em, I’m takin' 'em to the grave (That's a fact)

Streets gettin' messy, can’t show these niggas no love (Nah)

My mama told me you ain’t gon' make it in sellin' drugs

Everybody had dumbs, I was cakin' and sellin' dubs

Went broke, I don’t mind go and takin' it from the plug

Don’t even grab that

You ain’t gon' use it, give me my strap back (Give it back)

School full of enemies, hammer all in my backpack

Numbers that we did, niggas still hustle to match that

I’m duckin' what they throwin', a bullet, ain’t tryna catch that

Everybody got problems, up to you on how you handle it (Facts)

Fly lil' nigga in the shit that’s on the mannequin

Heard these niggas plottin', tell my niggas bring them hammers in

Block gettin' hotter, every day a nigga gamblin', Bucks (Kay Slay, what up?)

I murdered the scene

I murdered the scene