UGK - Murder

[Verse One: Pimp C] I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up? I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana In a Fleetwood Lana I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just Pay to nigga 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 fuck what 'cha do If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin' Young nigga'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 shit, I done got me Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitch Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock Got some Burban City nigga'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 shit 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 Bitch say he wanna show ya You got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit Till my money in my hand South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay Gettin' money from yo bitches every Got damn day Big paper I'm foldin' Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' 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 nigga's don't know it I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit My nigga empty the clip Hoe azz nigga [Chorus:] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder [Verse Two: Bun-B] Find More lyrics at Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin' Stickin' nigga'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' nigga's slippin' you sick When I be clickin' now take a look at the Bigger nigga 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 nigga you wetter den a river For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt Fuck her first and take off her skirt Make the pussy hurt Mister Master Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a Blister bastard fuck 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 fuckin' 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 muthfucker'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 nigga 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 l