Hall of Tunez, Inc - Murkin' Season lyrics

Ey I'd Like to welcome all you motherf**kers man To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded And where chopperz is a must! Chorus(x's 2) You caught slippin crackers goin find ur a** not breathing 100 holes in ur a** with ur body leaking n***a ridin with em drums n***a for a reason Cuz down here we in the middle of murking season! V1 Stay on ur porch n***a if u ain't ready to make a shake Cuz this the home of the bodies check the muder rate Money and ski's is the only that'll be the murder case So you better k** him if u dnt want him at ur court date If u comin u better come with em choppers and dont fake Cuz if u bullsh** you the one that get erased This n***as murkin out p**y n***as in broad day And where-ever you get caught slippin at that's where u lay And like they say n***a no face, no case!! As long as these goons are lurkin these streets ain't safe The more rounds you shoot n***a the less aim it takes It's murkin season so you pussies better stay out the way! Chorus V2 And murkin Season dont end, this sh** year round It ain't never drop murkin season never slow down It's imposibble to many choppers floating around These young n***as they sick with it on that 4 pound! Lil cuzin 12 and all he talking is murkin now Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound Say she got on her bed and laid back down From what i heard em crackers fired 120 rounds 4 motha f**kin dead bodies laying on the ground n***as bettin on it now, who goin get off first? Running ur f**k box better what how u choose u words And n***as sending threats p**y u got alot of nerves n***as'll leave ur motherf**kin brains on the curb This ain the 80's dawg... n***as getting murked Everywhere you turn you see dead n***as on t-shirts Everytime i pa** by the graveyard i see a hearse... Chorus V3 Not respecting these streets what got you n***as f**ked That p**y n***a ain't bout it, he know how ta play tough Runnin ur dick s**a fast'll get ya chopped up I know plenty n***as like you that done got touched You talking loud cuz u got a chopper n***a that ain't enough I know 100 n***as wit choppers but only few'll bust!! U got the mouth for a k**a but you ain't got the guts U got the front game down pat but you ain't got the nuts U mighta got off before but you ain't wack nothing This the wrong place to play games dawg the streets real Trying to impress a mothaf**ker'll get you n***a k**ed Murking season is offcial boy this sh** for real!!