Ugk Murder lyrics

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Murder by Ugk Murder lyrics [Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up? I'm puttin' powder on the streets cause I got Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana In a Fleetwood Lac < I just served them nigga's shit to put them feinds on they back < Got the pound goin for four cause you know I just Pay two nigga 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 nigga fuck what 'cha do If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin' Young ass nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin' In the game ain't a thang comin' forgien in benz Rick ass home two apartment's where I entertain Friends mo bounce to the ounce Cause the bomb the shit, I done got me Fifty ounces out of a bird in dis bitch Tightin' up no slackin bitches 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, man I wish I could stay I got to holla at Master P, cause we got money to make Were big playa'z from the South stack gee'z man Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man Bitch say he wanna show ya You got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit Till my money in my hand South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay Gettin' money from yo bitches every Got damn day Big paper I'm foldin' Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock For all this dick I be holdin' I hate clone man show it Especially if a fool take our style and Act like my nigga's don't know it I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit My nigga empty clips Hoe azz nigga [Chorus:] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder [Verse 2: Bun-B] Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin' Stickin' nigga's dat be trippin' You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin' Now as my pocket's thicken I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' 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 frivoulous of a nigga you wetter den a river For what it's worth it's the purpose some nigga's doin' dirt Fuck her first now take off her skirt Make the pussy hurt Mister Master Hit the Swisha faster then fever bilstar Blister bastard fuck her sister faster Peep the Elbows for sale yo Brother better have my mail hoe Before I catch a murder case and go to jail oh Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so We can sell mo fuckin' yayo get the scale No other bullet duckers can sove up Out of this game they better buck us Cause the clucker's they love us Make them class dick suckers Shake they jelly like smucker's I hit like nun-chuckers Cause Short Texas bring the ruckus This for my mufuckas 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 Feel the squeeze from them HK one three's >From here to over sea's 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 ripped out my barrette Flyin' through yo pelle pelle and Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly Servin' 'em up like a Deli jumped on my cellular telly Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style You can't see me Marcus so have a Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile. [Chorus:] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder


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