Текст песни Underground Kingz {U.G.K.} - Murder
Underground Kingz {U.G.K.} - Murder слова песни
Verse One: {Pimp C}I`m still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?I`m puttin` powder on the streets cuz I gotBig fuckin` nut`s comin` back from LouisianaIn a Fleetwood Lana I deserve them nigga`s shit to put they pea`s on they bannerGot the pound four by four cuz you know I justPay to nigga bought thirty from meSo I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundredTimes sixty two, twenty four eight is what I doSo fuck what `cha do If I told ya cocaine number`s you think I was lyin`Young nigga`s twenty two talkin` bout they retirin`In the game ain`t a thang comin` far then we beenRick`s home two apartment`s where enterTight friends mo bounce to the ounceCuz the Wood the shit, I done got me Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitchTightin` up no slack bitches checkin` my stockGot some Burban City nigga`s so I`m a go to my garageJust got back from California kicked it with B-LegitPut me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shitAt the studio with Tom, I wish I could stayI got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to makeWe with playa`z from the South stack gee`z manLike Ball I got to stack big cheeze manBitch say he wanna show yaYou got nine grand I ain`t rappin` shitTill my money in my handSouth Texas mutherfucka that`s where I stayGettin` money from yo bitches every Got damn dayBig paper I`m foldin`Hoes is on my mutherfuckin` jockFor all this dick I be holdin`I hate grown man show itEspecially if a fool take our style and Act like my nigga`s don`t know itI kick it with the trill nigga`s so you best`sNot trip if ya keep on talkin` shit My nigga empty the clipHoe azz niggaChorus:Murder, Mur, Mur, MurderMurder, Mur, Mur, MurderMurder, Mur, Mur, MurderMurder, Mur, Mur, MurderMurder, Mur, Mur, MurderVerse Two: {Bun-B}Well this Bun-B bitch and I`m the kingI`m movin` chickens got `em finger lickin`Stickin` nigga`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` nigga`s slippin` you sickWhen I be clickin` now take a look at theBigger nigga Marl liquor swigger Playa hata ditch digger figureMy hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liverYou shiver shake and quiverI`m free from nigga you wetter den a riverFor what it`s worth it`s suburblous some nigga`s doin` dirtFuck her first and take off her skirtMake the pussy hurt Mister MasterHit the Swisha faster then you keep a Blister bastard fuck her sister fasterHit the elbro for sale yoBrother better have my mail hoeBefore I catch a murder case and go to jail hoeHell no, time to bail hit the trail soWe can sell mo fuckin` yell get the scale No other bullet duck or get shoved Inside this game they better buck us Cuz the clucker`s they love usMake them class dick suckers Check they jelly like smoker`sI hit like nun-chuckersCuz Short Texas bring the rukusThis for my muthfucker`s Cookin` cheese to crooked geezRockin` up quarter key`s Just to get the hook with ease Wanna bee`s get on yo knee`sFill the squeeze from them HK one three`s>From here to over sea`sWe do what we please No trip cuz we flip Light up a dip I`m breakin` `em off from they hip to yo lipGo ask that boy SkipThat nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done ripped out my Barile Flyin` through yo belly belly andSome smelly red jelly is drippin` out of ya bellyServin` `em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telliHoe sell it like it`s goin` out of styleYou can`t see me Marcus so have aMotherfuckin` Sweet and smileChorus: