[Produced by Pimp C]
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm still Pimp C b**h so what the f** is up?
Puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got big f**in' nuts
Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood Lac
I just served them n***as some sh** to put they fiends on they back
Got the pounds going for 4 cause you know I just pay 2
n***a bought thirty from me So I front him 42
He gon' pop for 700 times 62
24/8 is what I do so n***a f** what 'cha do
If I told ya c**aine numbers, you would think I was lyin'
Young n***as 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 sh**
I done got me 50 ounces out of birds in this b**h
Tightin' up, no slack, b**hes checkin' my stock
Got some birds I sell to n***as, 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 sh**
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
b**h say he wanna show you got nine grand?
I ain't rappin' sh** until my money in my hand
South Texas mutherf**a that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo b**hes every goddamn day
Big paper I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherf**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 n***as don't know it
Kick it with the trill n***as so you best not trip
If ya keep on talkin' sh** my n***a empty the clip
Ho a** n***a
[Hook]
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 it's Bun-B b**h, and I'm the king of movin' chickens'
Not them finger lickins
Stickin' n***as that be trickin'
You need a swift kick in' yo a** is right 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 n***a Malt liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger
Figure my hair trigger get a hot one in yo liver
You shiver, shake, and quiver
I'm frivolous if a n***a get wetter than a river
For what it's worth it's the birth of some n***as doin' dirt
f** her first and take off her skirt
Now make the p**y hurt
It's the Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you fever blister ba*tard
f** yo sister faster
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 f**in' yayo get the scale
No other bullet duckers can shove us out the game
So they better buck us
Cause the cluckers they love us
Make them gla** dick s**ers
Shake their jelly like Smucker's
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cause Short Texas bring the rukus
This for my muthaf**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 n***a Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my Barrelli
Flyin' through yo Pelle Pelle and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' '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
Motherf**in' Sweet and a smile
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