Lyrical Breakdown of Murda Bizness - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Murda Bizness" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin', though) My nigga say he got 'em Pack up your shit and leave the house It's finna be some problems Deja at the crib and once we leave, I don't want that shit around her Found out I'm a dada, I don't wanna be questioned That's another problem Dude up in L.A Laid with his family, he think I can't touch em My son on the way, don't want him to grow up where he can't thug And just know his daddy spanked somethin' And he better do the same (Do the same) This money clear your head You got Northside in your veins We all built not to change Nigga, I just cocked one in and I'm rollin' Out the top of the drop-top, I'm thuggin' like bitch, who want it? Have one in the Glock, ridin' in a Cutlass We from that 'Raq and we love it Come to my bro, bet' not touch him We quick to flush him What it is? Herm got a hunnid in his choppa He can act like we can't stop him It won't be long until we pop him Go to dumpin' on the runway Bust his head like a piñata On the one way, bumpin' Deandre, I got lean up in my bottle And my momma know I'm wildin' Grandpa know I'm thuggin' They could come to this bitch block and I'ma leave the hood ugly I got Xanax in my body Know Ken' feel like fuck it (Fuck it) Fuck the stage, let's go to Sage, darlin' Neighbors know we stomped him I'ma come through, do my dance in the murder business It's gon' be another killin' Everyday, they out here spinnin' They've been slidin' from out the Bentley Lift his hand, ain't else to do but kill him (Kill hm) We tryna knock off ya fitted Twenty-four, we're out here wit' it Straight hollows inside the glizzy It's murder Nigga, pick you one Bro gon' zip him somethin' And another one Don't give a fuck who wit' em, yeah Or the fuck who come They ain't tippin' nothin', bitch We gon' step on somethin' Come through YoungBoy woppin' with this choppa Bust his head with this bottle What you on? We be them slimes and droppin' dimes, it ain't a problem Talk too long, my niggas catch him Take the minutes off his time I wasn't gamblin' but the money got sent Straight from out Nevada (Blatt, blatt) Who said blood, nigga? Jumped out like some thugs Then I'm rollin' off these drugs Nigga, I won't show no love Light the strong, what the fuck, nigga? This joe ain't got no buzz We gon' leave that nigga stuck He ran up inside this club I'ma come through, do my dance in the murder business It's gon' be another killin' Everyday, they out here spinnin' They've been slidin' from out the Bentley Lift his hand, ain't else to do but kill him (Kill hm) We tryna knock off ya fitted Twenty-four, we're out here wit' it Straight hollows inside the glizzy (Glizzy) Rich nigga, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh (Hit you with the, ah) Big thug, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh (Hit you with the, ah) Rich nigga, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh (Hit you with the, ah) Big thug, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh, hit you with the switch Oh (Hit you with the—)