Murda Quality Control, Mike Domingo & Duke Deuce

[Intro: Domingo]
Ay, Duke Deuce
What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout man?
Ay, they got us fucked up
Y-R-N

[Chorus: Domingo]
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese
Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all, on they knees
All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies
And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, say cheese
I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!)
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (Murda)

[Post-Chorus: Domingo]
Them young niggas killin', hurtin' niggas for no reason (Brrah)
Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin'
And they'll still never, ever fold
When they see the judge, ain't no pleadin'

[Verse 1: Domingo]
It's just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce)
We gon' beat a nigga ass 'til he turn black & blue (Boom boom)
See the opps, we gon' shoot (Brrah)
All these dead bodies, nigga, recognize who was who (Who-who)
Way I ran got 'em spooked (What)
I came in with the gang, so I'ma pull up with the troops (Gang)
And I ain't ever gon' switch (Nah)
And my nigga wiped your nose, there's no one you can use (Bitch!)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda (Murda)
These niggas gangsta, poppin' shit 'til we turn 'em (What?)
Into bitches, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em (Brrah)
No, you can't buy them stripes, nigga, gotta earn 'em