UGK Murder Lyrics

Verse One: {Pimp C}

I'm still Pimp C b____ so what the f___ is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got
Big f___in' nut's comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood Lana
I deserve them n____'s s___ to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to n____ 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___ what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young n____'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 s___, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya b____
Tightin' up no slack b____es checkin' my stock
Got some Burban City n____'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 s___
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____ say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin' s___
Till my money in my hand
South Texas m_____fucka that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo b____es every
Got d___ day
Big paper I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my m_____fuckin' jock
For all this d___ I be holdin'
I hate grown man show it
Especially if a fool take our style and
Act like my n____'s don't know it
I kick it with the trill n____'s so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin' s___
My n____ empty the clip
Hoe azz n____

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Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Verse Two: {Bun-B}

Well this Bun-B b____ and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' n____'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' n____'s slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger n____ 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 n____ you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some n____'s doin' dirt
f___ her first and take off her skirt
Make the p____ hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a
Blister b______ f___ 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___in' 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 d___ 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 n____ 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
m_________in' Sweet and smile

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