Verse One: {Pimp C}
I`m still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I`m puttin` powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin` nut`s comin` back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood Lana
I deserve them nigga`s shit to put they pea`s on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do
So fuck what `cha do
If I told ya cocaine number`s you think I was lyin`
Young nigga`s twenty two talkin` bout they retirin`
In the game ain`t a thang comin` far then we been
Rick`s home two apartment`s where enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitch
Tightin` up no slack bitches checkin` my stock
Got some Burban City nigga`s so I`m a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa`z from the South stack gee`z man
Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I ain`t rappin` shit
Till my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that`s where I stay
Gettin` money from yo bitches every
Got damn day
Big paper I`m foldin`
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin` jock
For all this dick I be holdin`
I hate grown man show it
Especially if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga`s don`t know it
I kick it with the trill nigga`s so you best`s
Not trip if ya keep on talkin` shit
My nigga empty the clip
Hoe azz nigga
Chorus:
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Verse Two: {Bun-B}
Well this Bun-B bitch and I`m the king
I`m movin` chickens got `em finger lickin`
Stickin` nigga`s who be trippin`
You need a swift kickin` yo azz is right for the pickin`
Now down as my pocket`s stickin`
I be thinkin` nigga`s slippin` you sick
When I be clickin` now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and quiver
I`m free from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it`s worth it`s suburblous some nigga`s doin` dirt
Fuck her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a
Blister bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for sale yo
Brother better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin` yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker`s they love us
Make them class dick suckers
Check they jelly like smoker`s
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus
This for my muthfucker`s
Cookin` cheese to crooked geez
Rockin` up quarter key`s
Just to get the hook with ease
Wanna bee`s get on yo knee`s
Fill the squeeze from them HK one three`s
>From here to over sea`s
We do what we please
No trip cuz we flip
Light up a dip
I`m breakin` `em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy Skip
That nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my Barile
Flyin` through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin` out of ya belly
Servin` `em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it`s goin` out of style
You can`t see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin` Sweet and smile
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