Murkin’ Season Plies

[Intro]
Aye, I'd like to welcome all you motharfuckas, man
To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded
And where chopperz is a must!

[Chorus]
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
Nigga ridin with them drums nigga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
Nigga ridin with them drums nigga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season

[Verse 1]
Stay on your porch, nigga, if u ain't ready to make a shake
Cuz this the home of the bodies check the murder rate
Money and ski's is the only that'll be the murder case
So you better kill him if you don't want him at your court date
If you comin', you better come with em choppers and don't fake
Cuz if you bullshit you the one that get erased
This niggas murkin' out pussy niggas in broad day
And where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's where you lay
And like they say nigga no face, no case!!
As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
The more rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes
It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way!