Murder (Explicit) - UGK

I'm still Pimp C b**ch so what the f**k is up

I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got

Big f**kin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana

In a Fleetwood Lana

I deserve them ni**a's sh*t to put they pea's on they banner

Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just

Pay to ni**a bought thirty from me

So I fronted forty two he gonna pop to seven hundred

Times sixty two twenty four eight is what I do

So f**k what 'cha do

If I told ya coc*ine number's you think I was lyin'

Young ni**a's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'

In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been

Rick's home two apartment's where enter

Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce

Cuz the Wood the sh*t I done got me

Fifty ounces out of birds ya b**ch

Tightin' up no slack b**ches checkin' my stock

Got some Burban City ni**a's so I'm a go to my garage

Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit

Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane sh*t

At the studio with Tom I wish I could stay

I got to holla at Master P cuz we got money to make

We with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man

Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man

B**ch say he wanna show ya

You got nine grand I ain't rappin' sh*t

Till my money in my hand

South Texas mutherf**ka that's where I stay

Gettin' money from yo b**ches every

Got damn day

Big paper I'm foldin'

Hoes is on my mutherf**kin' jock

For all this dick I be holdin'

I hate grown man show it

Especially if a fool take our style and

Act like my ni**a's don't know it

I kick it with the trill ni**a's so you best's

Not trip if ya keep on talkin' sh*t

My ni**a empty the clip

Hoe azz ni**a

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Well this Bun-B b**ch and I'm the king

I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'

Stickin' ni**a's who be trippin'

You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'

Now down as my pocket's stickin'

I be thinkin' ni**a's slippin' you sick

When I be clickin' now take a look at the

Bigger ni**a Marl liquor swigger

Playa hata ditch digger figure

My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver

You shiver shake and quiver

I'm free from ni**a you wetter den a river

For what it's worth it's suburblous some ni**a's doin' dirt

F**k her first and take off her skirt

Make the p**sy hurt Mister Master

Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a

Blister bastard f**k her sister faster

Hit the elbro for sale yo

Brother better have my mail hoe

Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe

Hell no time to bail hit the trail so

We can sell mo f**kin' yell get the scale

No other bullet duck or get shoved

Inside this game they better buck us

Cuz the clucker's they love us

Make them class dick suckers

Check they jelly like smoker's

I hit like nun-chuckers

Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus

This for my muthf**ker's

Cookin' cheese to crooked geez

Rockin' up quarter key's

Just to get the hook with ease

Wanna bee's get on yo knee's

Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's

>From here to over sea's

We do what we please

No trip cuz we flip

Light up a dip

I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip

Go ask that boy Skip

That ni**a Bun rip

With one clip soon as the gun slip

Now I done ripped out my Barile

Flyin' through yo belly belly and

Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly

Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli

Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style

You can't see me Marcus so have a

Motherf**kin' Sweet and smile