[Produced by Pimp C]
[Intro: Esé]
Fuck this motherfucker, he just got love, you know what I mean?
Because we got to get out here, ain't no place here for us
You know what I mean? But that motherfucker, I need to kill him
That's all
[Chorus]
Murder (Huh), mur—
Murder (Talkin' 'bout a murder), mur—
Murder (Huh), mur— mur—
Murder (Check it out)
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm still Pimp C, bitch, so what the fuck is up?
Puttin' powder on the streets 'cause I got big fuckin' nuts
Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood 'Lac
I just served them niggas some shit to put they fiends on they back
Got the pounds going for four 'cause you know I just paid two
Nigga bought thirty from me, so I fronted forty-two
He gon' pop for seven hundred times sixty-two
Twenty-four eight is what I get, so nigga, fuck what you do
If I told ya cocaine numbers, you would think I was lyin'
Young-ass niggas, twenty-two, is talkin' 'bout they retirin'
In the game, ain't a thang, comin' foreign with Benz
Brick-ass home, two apartments where I entertain friends
More bounce to the ounce 'cause the Brougham the shit
I done got me fifty ounces out a bird in this bitch
Tighten up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds I sell to niggas, 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 shit
At the studio with Tone, man, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at Master P 'cause we got money to make
And when playas from the South stack G's, man
Like Ball, I gotta stack big cheese, man
Bitch say he want a show, you got nine grand?
I ain't rappin' shit until my money in my hand
South Texas, motherfucker, that's where I stay
Gettin' money from your bitches every goddamn day
Big paper, I'm foldin' (Foldin')
Hoes is on my motherfuckin' 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 niggas don't know it
Kick it with the trill niggas, so you best not trip
If ya keep on poppin' shit, my nigga, empty the clip, ho-ass nigga
[Intro: Esé]
Fuck this motherfucker, he just got love, you know what I mean?
Because we got to get out here, ain't no place here for us
You know what I mean? But that motherfucker, I need to kill him
That's all
[Chorus]
Murder (Huh), mur—
Murder (Talkin' 'bout a murder), mur—
Murder (Huh), mur— mur—
Murder (Check it out)
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm still Pimp C, bitch, so what the fuck is up?
Puttin' powder on the streets 'cause I got big fuckin' nuts
Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood 'Lac
I just served them niggas some shit to put they fiends on they back
Got the pounds going for four 'cause you know I just paid two
Nigga bought thirty from me, so I fronted forty-two
He gon' pop for seven hundred times sixty-two
Twenty-four eight is what I get, so nigga, fuck what you do
If I told ya cocaine numbers, you would think I was lyin'
Young-ass niggas, twenty-two, is talkin' 'bout they retirin'
In the game, ain't a thang, comin' foreign with Benz
Brick-ass home, two apartments where I entertain friends
More bounce to the ounce 'cause the Brougham the shit
I done got me fifty ounces out a bird in this bitch
Tighten up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds I sell to niggas, 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 shit
At the studio with Tone, man, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at Master P 'cause we got money to make
And when playas from the South stack G's, man
Like Ball, I gotta stack big cheese, man
Bitch say he want a show, you got nine grand?
I ain't rappin' shit until my money in my hand
South Texas, motherfucker, that's where I stay
Gettin' money from your bitches every goddamn day
Big paper, I'm foldin' (Foldin')
Hoes is on my motherfuckin' 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 niggas don't know it
Kick it with the trill niggas, so you best not trip
If ya keep on poppin' shit, my nigga, empty the clip, ho-ass nigga
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