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- UGK Murder 歌詞
- UGK
- Murder （殺）-UGK
Im still Pimp C b**ch so what the f**k is up
Im puttinpowder on the streets cuz I got
Big f**kinnuts cominback from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood Lana
I deserve them ni**as sh*t to put they peas 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 numbers you think I was lyin
Young ni**as twenty two talkinbout they retirin
In the game aint a thang cominfar then we been
Ricks home two apartments 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
Tightinup no slack b**ches checkinmy stock
Got some Burban City ni** as so Im 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 playaz from the South stack geez man
Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
B**ch say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I aint rappinsh*t
Till my money in my hand
South Texas mutherf**ka thats where I stay
Gettinmoney from yo b**ches every
Got damn day
Big paper Im foldin
Hoes is on my mutherf**kinjock
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**as dont know it
I kick it with the trill ni**as so you bests
Not trip if ya keep on talkinsh*t
My ni**a empty the clip
Hoe azz ni**a
Murder Mur Mur Murder
Murder Mur Mur Murder
Murder Mur Mur Murder
Murder Mur Mur Murder
Murder Mur Mur Murder
Well this Bun-B b**ch and Im the king
Im movinchickens got em finger lickin
Stickinni**as who be trippin
You need a swift kickinyo azz is right for the pickin
Now down as my pockets stickin
I be thinkinni**as slippinyou sick
When I be clickinnow 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
Im free from ni**a you wetter den a river
For what its worth its suburblous some ni**as doindirt
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**kinyell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better buck us
Cuz the cluckers they love us
Makethem class dick suckers
Check they jelly like smokers
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus
This for my muthf**kers
Cookincheese to crooked geez
Rockinup quarter keys
Just to get the hook with ease
Wanna bees get on yo knees
Fill the squeeze from them HK one threes
>From here to over seas
We do what we please
No trip cuz we flip
Light up a dip
Im breakinem 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
Flyinthrough yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippinout of ya belly
Servinem like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like its goinout of style
You cant see me Marcus so have a
Motherf**kinSweet and smile
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