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Murder

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  • I'm still Pimp C ***** so what the **** is up?
    Puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got big ****in' nuts
    Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood Lac
    I just served them *****s some **** to put they fiends on they back
    Got the pounds going for 4 cause you know I just pay 2
    ***** bought thirty from me So I front him 42
    He gon' pop for 700 times 62
    24/8 is what I do so ***** **** what 'cha do
    If I told ya ******* numbers, you would think I was lyin'
    Young *****s 22 is talkin' bout they retirin'
    In the game ain't a thang comin' foreign with Benz
    Brick home and two apartments where I entertain friends
    Mo bounce to the ounce cuz the Brougham the ****
    I done got me 50 ounces out of birds in this *****
    Tightin' up, no slack, ******* checkin' my stock
    Got some birds I sell to *****s, 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 ****
    At the studio with Tone, I wish I could stay
    I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make
    And when playaz from the South stack G'z man
    Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
    ***** say he wanna show you got nine grand?
    I ain't rappin' **** until my money in my hand
    South Texas muther****a that's where I stay
    Gettin' money from yo ******* every goddamn day
    Big paper I'm foldin'
    Hoes is on my muther****in' 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 *****s don't know it
    Kick it with the trill *****s so you best not trip
    If ya keep on talkin' **** my ***** empty the clip
    Ho ass *****
    Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    Well it's Bun-B *****, and I'm the king of movin' chickens'
    Not them finger lickins, stickin' *****s that be trickin'
    You need a swift kick in', yo ass is ripe for the pickin'
    Now as my pockets thicken
    I be kickin' nickel slickin' you sick when I be clickin'
    Now take a look at the bigger *****, Malt liquor swigger
    Playa hata ditch digger
    Figure my hair trigger give a hot one in yo liver
    You shiver, shake, and quiver
    I'm frivolous if a ***** get wetter than a river
    For what it's worth it's the birth of some *****s doin' dirt
    **** her first night, take off the skirt, make her pussy hurt
    It's the Master
    Hit the Swisha faster then you fever blister bastard
    **** yo sister passed her, fifty elbows for sale yo
    Brother better have my mail ho
    Fore I catch a murder case and go to jail
    Oh, hell no! Time to bail hit the trail so
    We can sell mo ****in' yayo get the scale
    No other bullet duckers can shove us out of this game
    So they better buck us, cause the cluckers they love us
    Make them glass dick suckers shake their jelly like Smucker's
    I hit like nun-chuckers, cause Short Texas bring the ruckus
    This for my muh****ers, cookin' cheese to crooked G'z
    Rockin' up quarter keys just to get the hook with ease
    Wannabes get on yo knees
    Feel the squeeze from them HK 1-3s
    From here to overseas, we do what we please
    Don't trip cause we flip, light up a dip
    I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip
    Go ask that boy Skip, that ***** Bun rip
    With one clip, soon as the gun slip
    Now I done whipped out my Barrelli
    Flyin' through yo Pelle Pelle and
    Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
    Served 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
    Ho sell it like it's goin' out of style
    You can't see me Marcus
    so have a
    Mother****in' Sweet and a smile
  • [00:19.553]I'm still Pimp C ***** so what the **** is up?
    [00:22.426]Puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got big ****in' nuts
    [00:25.143]Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood Lac
    [00:27.729]I just served them *****s some **** to put they fiends on they back
    [00:30.811]Got the pounds going for 4 cause you know I just pay 2
    [00:33.424]***** bought thirty from me So I front him 42
    [00:36.715]He gon' pop for 700 times 62
    [00:39.144]24/8 is what I do so ***** **** what 'cha do
    [00:41.940]If I told ya ******* numbers, you would think I was lyin'
    [00:44.656]Young *****s 22 is talkin' bout they retirin'
    [00:47.530]In the game ain't a thang comin' foreign with Benz
    [00:50.351]Brick home and two apartments where I entertain friends
    [00:53.120]Mo bounce to the ounce cuz the Brougham the ****
    [00:55.837]I done got me 50 ounces out of birds in this *****
    [00:58.710]Tightin' up, no slack, ******* checkin' my stock
    [01:01.427]Got some birds I sell to *****s, some I go rock for rock
    [01:04.274]Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
    [01:07.174]Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane ****
    [01:09.943]At the studio with Tone, I wish I could stay
    [01:12.529]I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make
    [01:15.298]And when playaz from the South stack G'z man
    [01:18.171]Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
    [01:21.019]***** say he wanna show you got nine grand?
    [01:23.840]I ain't rappin' **** until my money in my hand
    [01:26.478]South Texas muther****a that's where I stay
    [01:29.378]Gettin' money from yo ******* every goddamn day
    [01:32.173]Big paper I'm foldin'
    [01:34.393]Hoes is on my muther****in' jock for all this dick that I be holdin'
    [01:38.286]I hate clone men show it
    [01:39.931]Especially them fools that take our style and act like my *****s don't know it
    [01:43.197]Kick it with the trill *****s so you best not trip
    [01:46.070]If ya keep on talkin' **** my ***** empty the clip
    [01:48.865]Ho ass *****
    [01:52.000]Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    [01:54.873]Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    [01:57.590]Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    [02:00.385]Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    [02:06.002]Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
    [02:11.331]Well it's Bun-B *****, and I'm the king of movin' chickens'
    [02:13.891]Not them finger lickins, stickin' *****s that be trickin'
    [02:16.503]You need a swift kick in', yo ass is ripe for the pickin'
    [02:19.428]Now as my pockets thicken
    [02:20.865]I be kickin' nickel slickin' you sick when I be clickin'
    [02:23.530]Now take a look at the bigger *****, Malt liquor swigger
    [02:26.325]Playa hata ditch digger
    [02:27.840]Figure my hair trigger give a hot one in yo liver
    [02:30.504]You shiver, shake, and quiver
    [02:31.993]I'm frivolous if a ***** get wetter than a river
    [02:34.710]For what it's worth it's the birth of some *****s doin' dirt
    [02:37.688]**** her first night, take off the skirt, make her pussy hurt
    [02:40.196]It's the Master
    [02:41.162]Hit the Swisha faster then you fever blister bastard
    [02:44.454]**** yo sister passed her, fifty elbows for sale yo
    [02:47.458]Brother better have my mail ho
    [02:49.286]Fore I catch a murder case and go to jail
    [02:51.716]Oh, hell no! Time to bail hit the trail so
    [02:54.145]We can sell mo ****in' yayo get the scale
    [02:56.679]No other bullet duckers can shove us out of this game
    [02:59.239]So they better buck us, cause the cluckers they love us
    [03:01.512]Make them glass dick suckers shake their jelly like Smucker's
    [03:03.993]I hit like nun-chuckers, cause Short Texas bring the ruckus
    [03:06.815]This for my muh****ers, cookin' cheese to crooked G'z
    [03:09.871]Rockin' up quarter keys just to get the hook with ease
    [03:12.248]Wannabes get on yo knees
    [03:14.024]Feel the squeeze from them HK 1-3s
    [03:16.480]From here to overseas, we do what we please
    [03:18.779]Don't trip cause we flip, light up a dip
    [03:20.686]I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip
    [03:22.227]Go ask that boy Skip, that ***** Bun rip
    [03:25.022]With one clip, soon as the gun slip
    [03:26.903]Now I done whipped out my Barrelli
    [03:28.888]Flyin' through yo Pelle Pelle and
    [03:30.664]Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
    [03:32.885]Served 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
    [03:35.811]Ho sell it like it's goin' out of style
    [03:37.717]You can't see me Marcus
    [03:38.997]so have a
    [03:39.415]Mother****in' Sweet and a smile