Ey, I'd like to welcome all you man To the home of the goons,where the grave yards crowded And chopperz is a must
You slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing 100 in your ass with your body leaking Nigga ridin' 'em drums, nigga for a reason down here we in the middle of murking season
Stay on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to make a 'Cause this the of the bodies, check the murder rate Money and is the only, that'll be the murder case So you better kill him if you want him at your court date
If you comin' you better come with 'em choppers and fake if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased This niggaz murikin' out pussy in broad day Where-ever you get slippin' at that's where you lay
And like they say no face, no case As as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe The more rounds you shoot nigga the aim it takes It's murkin' so you pussies better stay out the way
Murkin' season don't end, this shit year It ain't never drop, murkin' never slow down It's to many choppers floating around young niggaz they sick with it on that 4 pound
Lil cuzin' 12 and all he talking is now Old lady she got woke up by that chopper sound Say she got on her bed and laid back From what I 'em crackers fired 120 rounds
4 motha fuckin' bodies laying on the ground Niggaz bettin' on it now, who goin' get off Running your fuck box better, how you choose your words
That nigga sending pussy, you got a lot of nerves Niggaz would your motherfuckin' brains on the burb ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked Everywhere you you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts Everytime I pass by the yard I see a herse
Not respecting these is what got you niggaz fucked That oussy nigga ain't it, he just know how to bring tongue Runnin' your dick, suckin' lips would get you up
I know plenty like you that done got touched You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga ain't enough I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few bust You got the mouth of a killa but you got the guts
You got the front game down but you ain't got the nuts You got off before but you ain't wack nothing the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you nigga Murking season is official, now this for real