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Murda 10 Video (MV)




Performed By: CrostHype TJ
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Tyler Straight




CrostHype TJ - Murda 10 Lyrics




I jus want the world in my hands
Niggas get it in get it in
We don't really know how it ends
Murder rate goin up 10
For me and my friends
Imma make sure we get a win

Big glocks
Bussin like they Rambo
Niggas need they issue and it's mando
F*ck what you sayin tho
Streets don't play fair
They play for keeps tho
Aiming thru the peep hole
Making sure you slipping thru the creek hole
Yeeeeaaa
That's how they living tho
Murder rate 10 tho
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10

I've been fighting for so long
With my demons
Tussle in the jungle
Gotta hustle by any meaning
Straight from the turf
Hard ground , Dirt meaning
I've done came a long way
But I'm still feigning
How to get a bag
And maintain
Hard season

Had 2 loose touch
Wit some niggas
For a reason
10 toes down
Fist up for any nigga
I dont tote guns
Pussy boi
I'm still lethal

Raised in the gutta
So I had 2 deal with evil
Facing all my fears
Before I even turnt legal
Had so many dreams
So i had 2 turn eagle

Get up out the hood
Fly high
To the ceiling
Was a good guy
But I had 2 turn villain
Took me for granted
So now I'm stuck on a mission
Bitch I chase bags
I dont really do feelings
Imma do good
Imma really touch a million

Pressure bust pipes
But I swear I'll never fold
Never in a place
Where they tryna take my soul
Never had much
So I gotta eat more
Niggas been hating
So I gotta stay ghost
The streets cold
But I swear I'll never fold
How to go from broke
To riding in a ghost
Big shit only
You gon swear we do the most
Hopped off my ass and went to count a bank roll

I jus want the world in my hands
Niggas get it in get it in
We don't really know how it ends
Murder rate goin up 10
For me and my friends
Imma make sure we get a win

Big glocks
Bussin like they Rambo
Niggas need they issue and it's mando
F*ck what you sayin tho
Streets don't play fair
They play for keeps tho
Aiming thru the peep hole
Making sure you slipping thru the creek hole
Yeeeeaaa
That's how they living tho
Murder rate 10 tho
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
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I jus want the world in my hands
Niggas get it in get it in
We don't really know how it ends
Murder rate goin up 10
For me and my friends
Imma make sure we get a win

Big glocks
Bussin like they Rambo
Niggas need they issue and it's mando
F*ck what you sayin tho
Streets don't play fair
They play for keeps tho
Aiming thru the peep hole
Making sure you slipping thru the creek hole
Yeeeeaaa
That's how they living tho
Murder rate 10 tho
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10

I've been fighting for so long
With my demons
Tussle in the jungle
Gotta hustle by any meaning
Straight from the turf
Hard ground , Dirt meaning
I've done came a long way
But I'm still feigning
How to get a bag
And maintain
Hard season

Had 2 loose touch
Wit some niggas
For a reason
10 toes down
Fist up for any nigga
I dont tote guns
Pussy boi
I'm still lethal

Raised in the gutta
So I had 2 deal with evil
Facing all my fears
Before I even turnt legal
Had so many dreams
So i had 2 turn eagle

Get up out the hood
Fly high
To the ceiling
Was a good guy
But I had 2 turn villain
Took me for granted
So now I'm stuck on a mission
Bitch I chase bags
I dont really do feelings
Imma do good
Imma really touch a million

Pressure bust pipes
But I swear I'll never fold
Never in a place
Where they tryna take my soul
Never had much
So I gotta eat more
Niggas been hating
So I gotta stay ghost
The streets cold
But I swear I'll never fold
How to go from broke
To riding in a ghost
Big shit only
You gon swear we do the most
Hopped off my ass and went to count a bank roll

I jus want the world in my hands
Niggas get it in get it in
We don't really know how it ends
Murder rate goin up 10
For me and my friends
Imma make sure we get a win

Big glocks
Bussin like they Rambo
Niggas need they issue and it's mando
F*ck what you sayin tho
Streets don't play fair
They play for keeps tho
Aiming thru the peep hole
Making sure you slipping thru the creek hole
Yeeeeaaa
That's how they living tho
Murder rate 10 tho
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
Yea
Murder rate going up 10
Murder rate going up 10
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Writer: Tyler Straight
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