Styles P - Murder Mommy lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P] So authentic, sittin' in a bullsh** apartment that was rented and my soul's tormented Big pile of coke, A grimey a** b**h I don't trust for a minute cause her nose is all in it sh** is for sale though, my man went to jail though, got 50 birds, ten guns, weed, and a scale yo She hit me on the jack right, I was in the lab blowin' ak right, in the booth tryna' get my stacks right She said come through, cause dinner is lookin' mad nice. She went to shop right, and got the chicken for half price I'm like "This b**h don't cook", and me and her don't eat, so I know sh**s sweet Yeah, my mans went to jail, I know he's up sh**'s creek. She got keys in the crib, I'll get 'em off this week So I hop in the truck yo, blowin' on a dutch yo, know I shouldn't do it but, I don't give a f** though [Hook: Styles P] If you f** with a murder mommy, you gon' f** around and have to murder mommy. I'll do it greazy like I never hearda' mommy. Glade big poppa, you deal with a murder mommy [Verse 2: Styles P] She said they're 12.5, I got 125 on me. I could buy 10, break it down, let 'em dive on me 250 will get me twenty though, sh** ain't lookin' funny though, n***a need money though Half a million can get me 40. Me and my lil' shorty can kick it like Berry Gordy Soon as I thought it, heard a knock at the door, pause..... Heard a loud co*k at the door. (Gun-co*ks) That sounds like a colt .45, Government issue, I'm thinkin' that, I don't wanna die My sh** is on my side, pulled it out, hit her in the eye. Gun-bu*t the dumb s*ut when I die Door flew in, so did the masked dudes, cash rules, f** that, we all gonna' blast tools They hit, she hit, I'm good, some G sh**. Left with the cash and the coke, S.P sh**! [Hook]