Ey, I'd like to all you motherfuckers man To the of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded And where is a must
You caught slippin' crackers find your ass, not breathing 100 in your ass with your body leaking Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a 'Cause down we in the middle of murking season
on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to make a shake 'Cause this the home of the bodies, the murder rate Money and ski's is the only, be the murder case So you better kill him if you don't want him at court date
If you comin' you better with 'em choppers and don't fake if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased This murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day Where-ever you get caught slippin' at where you lay
And like say nigga no face, no case As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets safe The more you shoot nigga the less aim it takes It's murkin' so you pussies better stay out the way
Murkin' season end, this shit year round It ain't never drop, murkin' never slow down impossible to many choppers floating around These young niggaz they sick it on that 4 pound
Lil 12 and all he talking is murkin' now Old said she got woke up by that chopper sound Say she got on her bed and laid back what I heard 'em crackers fired 120 rounds
4 motha fuckin' dead bodies on the ground Niggaz bettin' on it now, who get off first? Running your fuck box better, what how you your words
That nigga sending pussy, you got a lot of nerves would leave your motherfuckin' brains on the burb This ain't the dawg, niggaz getting murked Everywhere you turn you see dead ono t-shirts I pass by the grave yard I see a herse
Not respecting these streets is got you niggaz fucked That oussy nigga about it, he just know how to bring tongue your dick, suckin' lips would get you chopped up
I know plenty niggaz you that done got touched You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga that enough I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but few would bust You got the of a killa but you ain't got the guts
You got the front game down packed but you ain't got the You probably got off before but you ain't wack the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you killed Murking season is official, now shit for real