Murder - UGK.lrc

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[00:19.553]I'm still Pimp C b***h so what the **** is up?
[00:22.426]Puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got big ****in' n**s
[00:25.143]Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood Lac
[00:27.729]I just served them niggas some shit 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]B***h 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 b***h **** what 'cha do
[00:41.940]If I told ya nigga numbers, you would think I was lyin'
[00:44.656]Young niggas 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 shit
[00:55.837]I done got me 50 ounces out of birds in this b***h
[00:58.710]Tightin' up, no slack, niggas checkin' my stock
[01:01.427]Got some birds I sell to niggas, 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 shit
[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]Nigga say he wanna show you got nine grand?
[01:23.840]I ain't rappin' shit 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 niggas every goddamn day
[01:32.173]Big paper I'm foldin'
[01:34.393]Hoes is on my muther****in' jock for all this d**k 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 niggas don't know it
[01:43.197]Kick it with the trill niggas so you best not trip
[01:46.070]If ya keep on talkin' shit my nigga empty the clip
[01:48.865]Ho ass nigga
[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 nigga, and I'm the king of movin' chickens'
[02:13.891]Not them finger lickins, stickin' niggas 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 nigga, 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 nigga get wetter than a river
[02:34.710]For what it's worth it's the birth of some niggas doin' dirt
[02:37.688]**** her first night, take off the skirt, make her p***y 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 d**k 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 nigga 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
文本歌词
I'm still Pimp C b***h so what the **** is up?
Puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got big ****in' n**s
Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood Lac
I just served them niggas some shit to put they fiends on they back
Got the pounds going for 4 cause you know I just pay 2
B***h bought thirty from me So I front him 42
He gon' pop for 700 times 62
24/8 is what I do so b***h **** what 'cha do
If I told ya nigga numbers, you would think I was lyin'
Young niggas 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 shit
I done got me 50 ounces out of birds in this b***h
Tightin' up, no slack, niggas checkin' my stock
Got some birds I sell to niggas, 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 shit
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
Nigga say he wanna show you got nine grand?
I ain't rappin' shit until my money in my hand
South Texas muther****a that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo niggas every goddamn day
Big paper I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my muther****in' jock for all this d**k that I be holdin'
I hate clone men show it
Especially them fools that take our style and act like my niggas don't know it
Kick it with the trill niggas so you best not trip
If ya keep on talkin' shit my nigga empty the clip
Ho ass nigga
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 nigga, and I'm the king of movin' chickens'
Not them finger lickins, stickin' niggas 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 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 frivolous if a nigga get wetter than a river
For what it's worth it's the birth of some niggas doin' dirt
**** her first night, take off the skirt, make her p***y 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 d**k 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 nigga 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