Styles P - Murda Mommy lyrics

[Intro] Rafael and RJ too,good lookin cuz I got a little story to kick on this one Ghost style [Verse 1] So Authentic Sitting in a bullsh** apartment that is rented and my soul's tormented A big pile of coke,a grimy a** b**h I dont trust for a minute because her nose all in it The sh**'s still for sell though, my man went to jail though Left fifty birds,10 guns,weed and a scale yo She hit me on my jack right I was in the lab blowin' Ackright In the booth tryna get my stacks right She said come through, because dinner lookin' mad nice She went to Shop-Rite and got the chicken for the half price Im like this b**h dont cook, and me and her dont eat So I know she sweet Yeah her man went to jail I know he up sh**s creak She got keys in the crib i'll get them off this week So I hopped in the truck yo, blowin on the dutch yo I know I shouldn't do it but I dont give a f** though [Hook]x2 If you f** with a murda mommy You gon' f** around and have to murder mommy I'll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy ? big poppa can deal with a murder mommy [Verse 2] She said they 12.5 I got 125 on me,I can buy 10 break em' down let em' dive on me 250 can get me twenty though sh** ain't lookin funny though, a n***a need money though Half a million can get me forty Me and my little shorty can kick it like Barry Gordy Soon as I thought it,heard a knock at the door Pause,heard a lap co*k at the door That sounds like a Colt .45 Government issued,im thinking that I dont wanna die My sh** was on my side,pulled it out hit her in the eye Gun buck,the dumb s*ut wanna die(b**h) Door flew in,so did the ma** dudes Cash rules,f** that we all gon' blast tools They hit,she hit,im good some g sh** Left with the cash in the coat thats P sh** [Hook]