Murder

Im 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 aint 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 Gz man
Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
***** say he wanna show you got nine grand?
I aint rappin **** until my money in my hand
South Texas muther****a thats where I stay
Gettin money from yo ******* every goddamn day
Big paper Im 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 dont 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 its Bun-B *****, and Im 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
Im frivolous if a ***** get wetter than a river
For what its worth its the birth of some *****s doin dirt
**** her first night, take off the skirt , make her pussy hurt
Its 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 Smuckers
I hit like nun-chuckers, cause Short Texas bring the ruckus
This for my muh****ers, cookin cheese to crooked Gz
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
Dont trip cause we flip, light up a dip
Im 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 its goin out of style
You cant see me Marcus
so have a
Mother** **in Sweet and a smile