Yeah, uh huh that's right, yeah
Show these nigg*s what time it is, man ayo
Yo dunny, little bitch ass nigg*
He shot up my car
Y'all little dirty muh'f*ckers know
Who you are little snitch ass bastards
Bitch ass bastards i still be in your hood
Comin' through for mad years
Out in Brooklyn, I see your punk asses again
It'll be murder
I don't care who's looking that's right
Catch me right up in Sumner Vill'
Red Hook, Pink Houses and Queensbridge still
Can't nobody run me up out the hood (Nah)
I'm like the IKEA store
See me up in your hood
Whether I'm there for business
Or no business
Y'all idiots best mind your business
When my shots go off, they find they victims
Then I scratch names off the sh*t-list
When my shots go off, they find they victims
(Pow) then I scratch names of the sh*t-list
(Yeah, uh huh, yeah)
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me and I still live
And that's your ass
(f*ck you thought, man?)
We make homicide look like suicide
But that's murder, it be straight murder
The bullets you hit me with'll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Yeah (That's right, that's right, that's right)
I can't keep count of how many
nigg*s I cut with my blade
Keloid across your face as
Thick as your braids
nigg*, it's hot in the hood
You can't walk with a gauge
Come outside with the pump
You'll be stuck in a cage
I took the hit and got up quick
Stuck in a rage
And my pain just poured through
A pen on a page wrong sh*t out your mouth
I'll put a hole in your fade
Then it's back-and-forth to court
Fighting the case i got extra money
My spots is pumping the bass
So if you can't rap, it's cool
I hit you with a eighth
They call me Hustle Man fam 'cause
I switch up my hustle
Get to sticking nigg*s up when
That co*ke don't bubble since a lil' nigg*
I ain't been nothin' but trouble
It's easy to f*ck up when you
Feel like nobody love ya
I keep telling y'all nigg*s that
I came up hard and I think like a nigg*
In Sing-Sing on the yard
Yeah, straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me and I still live
And that's your ass
(f*ck you thought, man?)
We make homicide look like suicide
But that's murder, it be straight murder
The bullets you hit me with'll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder
(That's right, that's right)
When it's on, I beat the
sh*t out of dead horses, keep killing 'em
You see us in them Porsches, we killing 'em
Rap music got problems 'cause
I'm starting sh*t
Anybody got problems with P can come get it
I'm not scared of you, I'm very available
You acting like you're so
Hard, I'm right here, dude
No guards, no bulletproof vest
Them sh*t's is too bogey and
They make me sweat
f*ck it, if it's time to go
It's time to go
Plus what's it gon' help when
They shooting for your head, yo?
Ain't no mission impossible
And ain't no man alive
Got that much strength
That he can't get touch, huh, you that sick
Ain't you?
And that quick, you turn into a thug angel
Huh, you that sick, ain't you?
And that quick, you turn into a thug angel
Straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me and I still live
And that's your ass
(f*ck you thought, man?)
We make homicide look like suicide
But that's murder, it be straight murder
(You heard, right?)
The bullets you hit me with'll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder
(That's right, that's right)
Yeah, straight murder, it be straight murder
Shoot me and I still live
And that's your ass
(f*ck you thought, man?)
We make homicide look like suicide
But that's murder, it be straight murder
(You heard, right?)
The bullets you hit me with'll be your last
Straight murder, it be straight murder
(That's right, that's right)
The lyrics to Prodigy feat. 50 Cent's song "Straight Murder" depict a defiant and aggressive attitude towards those who have wronged the artist. The opening lines convey a sense of revenge and a desire to show others the consequences of their actions. Prodigy addresses individuals who shot up his car, referring to them as "bitch ass bastards" and expressing his intention to seek retribution. He asserts his presence in various neighborhoods, emphasizing that he cannot be run out of his own hood.
The lyrics continue with a confrontational tone, highlighting Prodigy's resilience and ability to withstand attacks. He compares himself to the IKEA store, suggesting that he is a permanent fixture in the neighborhood. Despite potential danger, he warns others to mind their own business or face the consequences of his shots. The chorus reaffirms his invincibility, stating that even if he is shot, he will still live, and those who attempt to harm him will pay the ultimate price.
In the second verse, Prodigy expresses his violent nature and willingness to inflict harm. He mentions cutting people with his blade and describes the physical consequences of his actions, noting keloid scars. The lyrics reflect the harsh reality of living in the hood, where carrying weapons is necessary for protection. Prodigy shares his personal experiences, including brushes with the law and his involvement in criminal activities. He attributes his behavior to growing up in a tough environment and feeling unloved.
The song incorporates 50 Cent's aggressive style, with his verse adding to the theme of violence and the willingness to confront adversaries. He boasts about his ability to start trouble and challenges anyone who has a problem with him. He dismisses any fears or reservations, asserting that he is not afraid and can be found easily. 50 Cent also questions the effectiveness of protective measures like bulletproof vests, suggesting that they are unnecessary and only make him sweat. He acknowledges the inevitability of death and reminds his enemies that no one is untouchable.
Overall, "Straight Murder" is a song that reflects the artists' experiences in street life, their defiance towards those who try to harm them, and their readiness to retaliate with violence.
