UGK LYRICS"Murder" Send "Murder" Ringtone to Cell Phone  [Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up? I'm puttin' powder on the streets cause 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 cause 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 ass nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin' In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been Rick ass home two apartment's where entertain Friends mo bounce to the ounce Cause the bomb the shit, I done got me Fifty ounces I den burned dis 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, man I wish I could stay I got to holla at Master P, cause 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 clone 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 2: Bun-B] Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin' Stickin' nigga's dat be trippin' You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin' Now 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 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 free from this if a nigga you wetter den a river For what it's worth it's the purpose some nigga's doin' dirt Fuck her first now 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 el bro for sale yo Brother better have my mail hoe Before I catch a murder case and go to jail oh 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 Cause the clucker's they love us Make them class dick suckers Check they jelly like smucker's I hit like nun-chuckers Cause Short Texas bring the records This for my muthafucker'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 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 nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done ripped out my Parellie Flyin' through yo pelly pelly 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 Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile. [Chorus:] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Send "Murder" Ringtone to Cell Phone [Thanks to justice for correcting these lyrics] UGK LYRICS |
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