“Rap Up 2025” Lyrics by Uncle Murda is a latest English song in the voice of Uncle Murda. Its music is composed by Great John while brand new “Rap Up 2025” song lyrics are written by Uncle Murda. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America.
“Rap Up 2025” arrives right on cue, Uncle Murda’s annual New Year’s Eve tradition, dropping as a standalone G-Unit release rather than a formal album cut, like a cultural timestamp slapped onto the last seconds of the calendar. The production keeps it raw and utilitarian: dry, knocking drums, a looping minor-key melody that feels cold and fluorescent, and an uncluttered mix that leaves Murda’s voice front and center like a talk radio host with a street megaphone. There’s no hook in the pop sense, just a chant-like refrain that resets the tension before he dives back in. Murda performs solo, rapping in marathon form with a blunt, conversational delivery, treating verses like rolling headlines, mixing humor, disgust, and disbelief. The song’s power is in accumulation, not punchlines, stacking scandals, snitch talk, industry beefs, and public meltdowns until the year feels exhausting again. At this point in his career, Rap Up isn’t a song so much as a ritual, and fans treat it like a year-end documentary, messy, biased, loud, and necessary.
Rap Up 2025 Lyrics
[Intro]
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Oh!
New podcast alert
Me and Tony Yayo
The Real Report Show
The Valium
Oh, we get to that bag
Let’s go
Happy New Year
It’s the unit
[Verse 1]
Diddy beat that Rico
Diddy lucky they couldn’t prove it
But the prosecution still charged Diddy with prostitution
He got 4 years because of Cassie
That was his main b!tch, she enjoyed them freak offs
These b!tches ain’t s*it
When she testified we heard too much extra s*it
He like rubbing other n!ggas semen on his chest and s*it
Gotta say pause man, that s*it sound nasty as fu*k
He had a mask on in the room
Watching Cassie get fu*ked
Somebody tell Diddy that’s a no Diddy
Jay-Z lawyer said Jay-Z barely know Diddy
I know that jail time stressing him
Then that documentary dropped on Netflix called The Reckoning
When he heard that s*it drop he probably dropped to the ground
50 the definition of kick a n!gga while he down
Documentary was diabolical
It ruined you
They try to say you made Biggie pay for his own funeral
Lil’ Ra don’t want to party with Puff no more
He said he used to wake up after the party feeling sore
S*it crazy man, too much messy stuff
He said he used to wake up next to girls or next to Puff
Sounded like he enjoyed all of that gay s*it
If Puff would’ve paid him man he wasn’t gonna say s*it
He helped you get the album done
Y’all finished it, all you had to do was pay him
And you could’ve kept hitting it
Trust me he wasn’t gonna say a thing
50 documentary did more number than Stranger Things
Cause that n!gga Diddy was doing stranger s*it
Playing with other n!ggas booty like it’s okay and s*it
Cassie out here getting sued too
By a s*x worker that she gave her STD to
If he got it, you got it
Puff got it, y’all nasty
I really thought you was innocent but you not Cassie
[Hook]
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
I’m part of the holidays along with Mariah
What a coincidence, I did a song on Mariah
Y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened
But y’all don’t care, y’all still want me to talk about the s*it every year
I’m part of the holidays along with Mariah
Every year, when it’s time we both be on fire
[Interlude]
I can’t do anything but acknowledge
That is a woman
That we want them
That you don’t believe in
That is a woman
[Verse 2]
N!ggas calling Young Thug a snitch and it’s all his fault
Even though what he said in that precinct, that get used in court
Now he feeling like Gunna, awkward as fu*k
He ain’t rapping, he was in that precinct talking too much
I tell y’all, whatever y’all want, just keep it on the low
That’s what you said in the precinct before they let you go
Man, you heard Zach Worms, but just don’t tell the world
Then you gave your number to that detective, girl
He admitted he did bad, he was in there like me on the podcast with DJ Vlad
N!gga, let your lawyer talk, you ain’t supposed to speak
Then after that, all your jail phone calls got leaked
N!ggas said Gucci getting soft, that s*it was funny
Said the Migos and the Ram, they ain’t making QC no money
Young thug was pillow-talking on that jack
He even told Mariah that P from QC a rat
S*it, I was in shock when I heard that
Then the other day, 21 Savage confirmed that
He said he told P he did bad to his face
P, it’s time for you to speak up and talk about the case
Thug even talked about Lil Baby getting jerked
And P from QC did that, that was nasty work
Thug, you did a whole lot of talking, buddy
You even told your girl that you think GloRilla ugly
He apologised to her, but it was fake
He even talked about Lil Durk, Future and Drake
He went on Big Bang Summer, tried to fix it up
Lil Baby was ignoring his calls and not picking up
Fu*k your respect, you talk too much
You might get him indicted next
Honestly, Gunna, young thug, sound like he miss you
Even him and Wyatt feel loochy, that ain’t they issues
Real s*it, I respect what they did, but we ain’t done s*it if n!ggas shot up my momma crib
Now they doing interviews, respecting each other
YSL Woody, Mad, they got a record together
Big Bang basically told 21 Savage
If Gunna did what Thug did, y’all wouldn’t say he ragged
And that’s real talk, n!gga, this s*it sad
Now they saying fu*k the streets, cause Young Thug did bad
If a n!gga did bad, he no good, that’s what I be thinking
But when it come to young thug, it’s elected politicking
They moving the goalpost to help young thug
If Gunna ain’t no good, n!gga, neither is young thug
They tryna flip the narrative on some other s*it
Everybody get held accountable for doing some sucker s*it
Can’t say fu*k the streets after it raised you
N!ggas rapped about it, look at all the money it made you
Okay, no more drug talking, talking about shooting s*it
Tryna rap about going to school and eating fruits and s*it
That’s what Lil Boosie said and I agree with it
Go ahead and make a new album and not put the streets in it
I know it’s not gon’ happen, n!gga, picture that
Y’all just tryna get that Gunna feature to bring y’all city back
Ask T.I, saying fu*k the streets is bad grammar
N!ggas out here calling y’all n!ggas Ratlanta
Damn
[Hook]
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
I’m part of the holidays along with Mariah
What a coincidence, I did a song on Mariah
Y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened
But y’all don’t care, y’all still want me to talk about the s*it every year
I’m part of the holidays along with Mariah
Every year, when it’s time we both be on fire
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
I’m part of the holidays along with Mariah
Okay, let’s stop talking secrets
With a coincidence, I did a song with Mariah
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Crazy, crazy, s*it’s crazy
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened, but y’all don’t get it
I’m G, passed away, but I’m G-Unit
Can’t say nothing nice, 50 gon’ be like, what you doing?
Picture me saying that I’m just paying my respects
He gon’ be like, no more tours, no more private jets
And honestly, I gotta feel him
Irv used to hang around them n!ggas that tried to kill him
Can’t expect 50 to show no sympathy
Feels the other way and well, Irv ain’t have the same energy
Meanwhile, Ja Rule got a hundred guns, hundred clips
Got punched in the face after Barclays ain’t do s*it
He was on his way to the stage when he got snuffed
It happened so fast, Fat Joe couldn’t break it up
You know that lil’ video y’all saw was after he got knocked out and got up off the floor
First he tried to say Thompson K was capping
Then he had to come out and tell the truth about what happened
But nobody care what Ja Rule got to say
He an example of a nothing beats a Jet 2 Holiday
Found out Summer Walker a crazy b!tch
She ain’t got no shame in fu*king n!ggas that’s in relationships
That’s what she said, I’m just repeating it
She out here fu*king n!ggas for money like she in need of it
She too successful to be acting like a
Told Rich the kid to save her number under Pizza Hut
I couldn’t believe that s*it
Hope Summer Walker know one day her kids is gon’ see that s*it
So disrespectful, part of my manners
Just found out Karrueche getting fu*ked by Deion Sanders
Cardi B and Nicki beefing, popping a lot of s*it
Disrespectful, they gotta learn to lead the kids out of it
This whole year though, Nicki been going viral
Wasn’t biting her tongue for nobody if she ain’t like it
You know when girls get mad, they don’t give a damn
She put funny pictures up of Jay-Z on Instagram
And she just deleted her Instagram
For supporting Donald Trump
She had lost like 10 million fans
She even picked on SZA, my favourite singer
She don’t even bother nobody, Nicki, why you diss her?
Nicki don’t care if people paying her as the villain
She still went on tour and made 108 million
Stefan Diggs and Cardi B had it, baby
He got three other b!tches pregnant too, he crazy
Baby after baby, now this s*it can’t be real
He got caught on the boat giving three b!tches pink pills
I know offset stress, that n!gga can’t be happy
She really had a baby on you while y’all was still married
Sign them divorce papers and get it done with
Stop trying to get money out of her on some bum s*it
Lil Meech stressed, know how much money he lost?
After Big Meech went and took that picture with Rick Ross
I was wondering how 50 gon’ handle it
Oh, no more BMF show, that n!gga cancelled it
Then they started saying that Big Meech is a rat
Crazy, only Tammy and Cuffy can speak on that
Ever since he took that picture, nothing been the same
How you ain’t know that Rick Ross n!gga was a lame?
Come on, man, Officer Ricky and Bozo
That n!gga pu*sy, he be trying to use 50 for promo
Said n!gga do whatever to go viral, Jim Jones told Joe and Jay that he better than Nas
Said he had more billboard inches than Nas too
The lie detector test determined that was not true
He got more billboard inches than me though
But I ain’t out here saying that I’m better than Jay-Z, bro
And you said my n!gga Yayo broke, he not though
I was just with him eating smoked duck in Morocco
Had Escargot with the caviar pancakes
It be all type of my man play
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
I’m part of the holidays along with Mariah
What a coincidence, after the song with Mariah
Y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened, but y’all don’t get it
Y’all still want me to talk about this s*it again
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
50 first the whole podcast, let’s rap about it
We called some n!ggas squatters and Maynard
Maynard put a curly hair picture of 50 up
Then the n!gga Jim Jones laying low called 50 up
Oh, he had a lot to say, he couldn’t wait to vent
He was telling 50 how the n!gga Jim Jones on rent
Oh, they recorded that s*it, y’all heard him saying
They put Jimmy in a tight spot, he was forced to pant
Then they put a freestyle out all four of them
Fab s*it was slick, but right now 50 ignoring him
If he do respond, I might be on that song with him
Tell an engineer to punch me in when he done recording him
Damn, Dad still broke, Jay should help out
Last year it was his teeth, this year him and Kim fell out
He was on the Breakfast Club, Charlamagne called him broke
They start arguing, you can tell he ain’t like the joke
That n!gga told Charlamagne he not a man
He brought up the time, he got punched in the face and ran
Damn, always going up there, starting s*it
I’m surprised his teeth ain’t fall out during the argument
Bobby was in Minnesota, he had a low fight
Yeah, n!ggas jumped him, but he fought back, he alright
Bobby threw the first punch, let’s give him his flowers
Then he got his peace back in less than 24 hours
Max B came home, friends went to pick him up
Got him some jewellery, then they went to go fu*k the city up
Oh, the wave is back, Max back in his bag
Everybody was at the welcome home party that he had
Ain’t no friends in this rap s*it, I’m just being real
N!ggas showing Max B love despite how Jimmy feel
After 20-some years, he’s still relevant
But the streets saying they want you to put out some better s*it
3K Flock, man, he got 30 years
I was mad when I heard that s*it, that s*it hurt my ass
Look, I don’t know what he did or didn’t do
I just feel bad for him, he young, he only 22
Prize from the Fugees, gotta do 14 years
For some government scandal s*it, but nobody cares
He was the least popular man by the whole group
Long hair and wide cleft was all he cared about, that’s the truth
Pooch Ice, he home, n!gga back like he never left
That first day, y’all wrecking litters, running up with checks
Get it back, the blood just went eight times platinum
Freeload Dirk, without Dirk, that s*it wouldn’t have happened
Make a stand, got Tory Lanez fans upset again
When they heard he got stabbed up in jail by a Mexican
They like, he almost died, man, he shouldn’t be in this
She out here fu*king Klay Thompson now, she don’t even care
Big U got snatched up by the feds
They try to say he left a n!gga out in the desert dead
They hit him with the Rico, they said he was controlling s*it
Then his son got killed, I wanna send my condolences
Try to hold your head, can’t imagine how that s*it feel
Being locked up in here and watch your son getting killed
High case, old father troll on his own son
That’s why Deuce be out here saying the street’s done
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
I’m part of the holidays along with Mariah
When it coincided, it’s after the song with Mariah
Y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened, but y’all don’t care
Y’all still want me to talk about this s*it again
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
DJ Nuts got fired from Hot 97
Did Funk Flex get him fired? That’s the number one question
Flex went on the radio, but denied it
DJ Nuts still think Flex was behind it
I thought I had a brotherhood, guess all of that was fake
Flex was on the radio calling Camilo a snake
You was out of line for that, what you gon’ say next?
I know all them heavy-hitted DJs hate Flex
Flex said to Baby Funk, come on, release Simmons
The baby responded saying no, the fu*k he did
Flex be bugging out, I thought that was funny
He cleared it up, he was talking bout Baby from Cash Money
Hot 97, the topic of a lotta s*it
Ebro got fired too, he said it was cuz of politics
Drake was happy when he heard they let Ebro go
He put a axe emoji under a Ebro video
And he told him to die slow in the DM
Drake acting like it’s gon’ be real smoke when he see him
Cam’ron and Jim Jones got beef again
Feel different this time, I don’t think they gon’ speak again
And Cam was beefing with Omar Good
You see how stupid Cam had that n!gga Omar looking?
Had him audition for a movie, a fake booker
For ,500 and Baby Boy took it
Me and Yayo got a weed dispensary, Yank Queens
It’s called The Unit, powered by Endor
That’s the team, they got Eric Adams outta here
He was a fraud, the new mayor of New York
Gave Mice on the job, pre-reported documentary
I call him, Bimmy Iraq, they interviewed Prince about it
He said the s*it was a fact, Bimmy put a video out
Saying all of that’s cap, you know n!ggas favour line
B, where that paperwork at?
Y’all seen what happened to Charlie Kirk?
God don’t like ugly, ain’t it funny how God work?
NEL Choppa out here, well, he chasing clout
B for an NBA young boy, fu*k that’s all about
Both his baby mothers made him look stupid
They made a video to NBA boy Young Music
And they had his kids in the car while they taped it
NBA young boy ain’t even have to say s*it
I know white people sad, cause Sokoga died
But he was calling us n!ggas, so we didn’t cry
How we supposed to feel? He was a racist
Mad at his daughter for a black guy she was dating
And Jake Paul finally fought a real boxer
He got knocked the fu*k out by Anthony Joshua
That’s what he get for beating up Iron Mike
He a hustler, but it’s something about him that alright
Lil Nas X got caught running around naked
He on the same drügs that the n!gga Joe Bunce taking
What happened to Melissa Forrest? She was just lit as fu*k
Joe Bunce don’t need him no more, he making a million a month
Birdman got caught sleeping on stage
I don’t know if he was high or is it cause of old age
Rick Ross girl ain’t wanna kiss him in public
She was like, nah, I can’t do it, man, this s*it feel disgusting
Rappers is emotional, I be exposing them
Raleigh was mad at Kashina for not knowing him
Ray J mad at J&B over a picture
For taking one with Monica and not one with his sister
Grammy ain’t say nothing about that s*it, mind you
Ray J just looking for an excuse to go viral
Come on, Ray J, we all know you a troll
You was just out here saying how Diddy took your bootyhole
People say the dumbest s*it nowadays and think it’s funny
Sukiana out here saying she used to fu*k for money
That’s embarrassing, that’s s*it that she shouldn’t do
She out here saying Sweetie was selling pu*sy too
And this white girl tryna say Shannon Sharp raped her
Fifty million dollars is what that n!gga had to pay her
ESPN fired him, Stephen A couldn’t save him
I know he feel stupid, that white b!tch really played him
N!ggas broke out of jail, they had this s*it on tape
I was in New Orleans, I was happy when they escaped
They locked everybody back up after that crazy s*it
I was mad, I was really hoping they get away with it
Especially the last one, I was hoping he ain’t get caught
He was arguing with his girl, it was all that dumb b!tch fault
Ray J got locked up, gotta stop that drinking
He pulled the gun out on his baby, mug on Thanksgiving
I be feeling bad for people, they don’t even be funny
Big Meets came home and fu*ked up Lil’ Meets money
But Trump got ICE doing all it should be illegal
They really locking up hardworking innocent people
All them Trump voters was out here going on a rant
Cause he was out here playing around with people’s bootstamps
That government shutdown affected a lot of people
Especially the lower class men, the government is evil
Aeroplanes crashing nowadays like it’s regular
That’s something else you can blame Trump for, et cetera
You know them Epstein fags finally came out
But it’s a few pages missing that the people complaining about
Bill Clinton and Donald Trump was all in them s*its
It’s like they had their own Jeffrey Epstein membership
A lot of new podcasters dropped, let me say this s*it
The rookie of the year award goes to Joe and Jada s*it
Oh, it’s lit now, n!gga, turn up the volume
Me and Yeyo got a new podcast, deal with the volume
Make sure you subscribe, like and leave a comment
It’s called The Real Report Show, we got the volume behind it
Heard it was money in this s*it, well, let’s go find it
We got the deal, it’s Fat Joe and Jadakiss co-signed it
A Rocky and RiRi had another kid
And he beat that case, he ain’t gotta go and do it big
A Relly out here looking like a dummy
All that telling for nothing, still ain’t getting no money
Chris Sean Rock was licking on the n!gga toes
That n!gga Blueface cut her off when he came home
The NFL tried to hate on Shidor Sanders
Asking him trick questions, but he always respond with manners
Fifth round draft pick, man, that was insane
He the only rookie to have a 300-yard passing game
N!ggas got that Marlboro mentality, Kobe
They ain’t get that ring yet, but they won that little trophy
Philly won the Super Bowl, they hit the jackpot
Cam Newton was on TV, smacking the mascot
NBA young boy, fu*k Kasanat, b!tch
Now Kasanat got mental health issues and s*it
I been going in for 18 minutes
I probably forgot some s*it, but fu*king, I’m finished
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
I’m part of the holidays, I love my Mariah
What a coincidence, I did a song on Mariah
Y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened, but y’all don’t care
Y’all still want me to talk about this s*it, hell yeah
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Crazy, crazy, s*it crazy
Hiding new brand
Strange gang
We getting to it
Ain’t no money like we money
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Rap Up 2025 Lyrics Meaning
[Intro]
This intro sets the countdown vibe into the new year and frames the song like a yearly event. Uncle Murda is announcing that he’s back with his usual recap, tied to his crew and his new podcast with Tony Yayo. He’s celebrating movement, money, and momentum, making it clear this is G-Unit energy. It feels like rolling into midnight with confidence, letting listeners know the annual rundown is starting and he’s ready to talk freely.
[Verse 1]
In this part, Uncle Murda dives straight into one of the biggest and messiest stories of the year, focusing on Diddy’s legal troubles and public fallout. He’s reacting like a regular person watching everything unfold, shocked by how much information came out and how graphic some accusations sounded. He points out that even though Diddy avoided one major charge, the situation still caught up to him, and the stress of possible jail time is real. Murda talks about how testimonies and documentaries made things worse, turning rumors into widespread public judgment.
He also highlights how fast people distance themselves when things go left. Big names suddenly claim they barely know Diddy, showing how fake industry friendships can be when pressure hits. Murda brings up old stories resurfacing, former associates speaking out, and how money could’ve kept mouths shut, suggesting a lot of this drama could’ve stayed hidden if business was handled differently.
The verse carries disbelief and disgust at the behavior being described, with Murda openly saying some of it sounds wild and uncomfortable. He compares the impact of documentaries to massive TV shows, saying the shock value alone made them unavoidable. There’s also a sense of disappointment, especially toward Cassie, where Murda admits he originally thought she might be innocent but now feels the situation is way more complicated. Overall, this verse is about how power, fame, and secrets collapse once the spotlight gets too bright, and how messy truth looks when it finally spills out.
[Hook]
The hook is Uncle Murda stepping back and shaking his head at everything he just said. He’s repeating that the world is wild, not just jokingly, but like someone overwhelmed by nonstop drama. He compares his yearly rap-up to a holiday tradition, the same way Mariah Carey owns Christmas season. He’s saying people expect this from him every year, no matter how ugly or uncomfortable the stories are. Even if listeners act tired of the gossip, they still tune in and want him to break it down. The hook shows that this song isn’t just entertainment, it’s a ritual. Every year when the time comes, both him and Mariah resurface, one with holiday joy and the other with hard truths.
[Interlude]
Here, Murda briefly slows things down and sounds reflective. He’s acknowledging womanhood and desire, but also hinting at confusion and contradiction in how women are talked about, believed, or dismissed. It feels like a quick pause before jumping back into chaos.
[Verse 2]
This long verse shifts focus to street politics, snitch accusations, and how people move once legal pressure hits. Murda talks about Young Thug’s situation and explains why so many people feel let down, saying the problem isn’t rumors but what was actually said to police. He compares it to Gunna’s situation, pointing out the hypocrisy in how fans judge one but protect the other. Murda keeps repeating the idea that talking too much can ruin everything, especially when lawyers are supposed to speak for you.
He goes deeper into leaked phone calls, private conversations, and pillow talk, showing how trust gets broken easily. Murda calls out how names get dragged into situations without consent, and how that can damage careers and relationships. He questions respect in the streets, saying you can’t pick and choose who gets a pass just because you like them.
He also criticizes artists who suddenly turn their back on street culture after benefiting from it. Murda sees it as fake growth, especially when the same people still profit from that image. He acknowledges advice from older rappers about changing topics, but admits it’s unrealistic. The verse ends with frustration, pointing out how narratives get flipped to protect certain people while others get labeled forever.
[Hook]
This extended section expands on the hook’s idea and turns it into a full commentary on the year. Murda keeps circling back to how crazy everything feels, jumping from rap beefs to industry arguments, celebrity scandals, and public breakdonws. He talks about loyalty, grudges, and how long memories last in hip hop, especially with figures like 50 Cent who don’t forgive easily.
He brings up physical fights, viral clips, relationship drama, and artists embarrassing themselves online. Murda treats it all like scrolling endlessly through social media, reacting in real time with humor, disbelief, and judgment. He calls out hypocrisy, clout chasing, fake outrage, and people saying anything just to trend.
There’s also pride mixed in, as he reminds listeners he’s still part of G-Unit, still connected, still eating well, and still relevant. He touches on podcast culture, radio drama, sports moments, political frustration, and internet chaos, showing how everything blends together now. The repeated idea is that nothing shocks him anymore, yet everything somehow keeps getting worse. By the end, it feels like mental exhaustion, as if he’s been talking nonstop because the year gave him too much material to ignore.
Rap Up 2025 Song Detail
| Song Title | Rap Up 2025 |
| Singer(s) | Uncle Murda |
| Musician(s) | Great John |
| Lyricist(s) | Uncle Murda |
| Release Date | December 31, 2025 |
| Language | English |
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A. Rap Up 2025 music is composed and produced by Great John.
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