Murder

I'm still Pimp C ***** so what the **** is up?

Puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got big ****in' nuts

Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood Lac

I just served them *****s some **** to put they fiends on they back

Got the pounds going for 4 cause you know I just pay 2

***** bought thirty from me So I front him 42

He gon' pop for 700 times 62

24/8 is what I do so ***** **** what 'cha do

If I told ya ******* numbers, you would think I was lyin'

Young *****s 22 is talkin' bout they retirin'

In the game ain't a thang comin' foreign with Benz

Brick home and two apartments where I entertain friends

Mo bounce to the ounce cuz the Brougham the ****

I done got me 50 ounces out of birds in this *****

Tightin' up, no slack, ******* checkin' my stock

Got some birds I sell to *****s, some I go rock for rock

Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit

Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane ****

At the studio with Tone, I wish I could stay

I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make

And when playaz from the South stack G'z man

Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man

***** say he wanna show you got nine grand?

I ain't rappin' **** until my money in my hand

South Texas muther****a that's where I stay

Gettin' money from yo ******* every goddamn day

Big paper I'm foldin'

Hoes is on my muther****in' jock for all this dick that I be holdin'

I hate clone men show it

Especially them fools that take our style and act like my *****s don't know it

Kick it with the trill *****s so you best not trip

If ya keep on talkin' **** my ***** empty the clip

Ho ass *****

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Well it's Bun-B *****, and I'm the king of movin' chickens'

Not them finger lickins, stickin' *****s that be trickin'

You need a swift kick in', yo ass is ripe for the pickin'

Now as my pockets thicken

I be kickin' nickel slickin' you sick when I be clickin'

Now take a look at the bigger *****, Malt liquor swigger

Playa hata ditch digger

Figure my hair trigger give a hot one in yo liver

You shiver, shake, and quiver

I'm frivolous if a ***** get wetter than a river

For what it's worth it's the birth of some *****s doin' dirt

**** her first night, take off the skirt, make her pussy hurt

It's the Master

Hit the Swisha faster then you fever blister bastard

**** yo sister passed her, fifty elbows for sale yo

Brother better have my mail ho

Fore I catch a murder case and go to jail

Oh, hell no! Time to bail hit the trail so

We can sell mo ****in' yayo get the scale

No other bullet duckers can shove us out of this game

So they better buck us, cause the cluckers they love us

Make them glass dick suckers shake their jelly like Smucker's

I hit like nun-chuckers, cause Short Texas bring the ruckus

This for my muh****ers, cookin' cheese to crooked G'z

Rockin' up quarter keys just to get the hook with ease

Wannabes get on yo knees

Feel the squeeze from them HK 1-3s

From here to overseas, we do what we please

Don't trip cause we flip, light up a dip

I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip

Go ask that boy Skip, that ***** Bun rip

With one clip, soon as the gun slip

Now I done whipped out my Barrelli

Flyin' through yo Pelle Pelle and

Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly

Served 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli

Ho sell it like it's goin' out of style

You can't see me Marcus

so have a

Mother****in' Sweet and a smile