[Nems]
Whattup cousin? Let me smoke somethin, make me poke somethin
Hit and run, fingers numb from the !@%!e cuttin

Police come? I don't know nuttin!
Run up in your crib, let me hold somethin; met your wife hoe huntin
I'm on the road to stuntin - ^!$$% and you (*##$in up

They call me Mr. Clean - the way I wash ^!$$%z up
Slap a ^!$$% quick, bust a ^!$$% %#@!
I'm the king at robbin ^!$$%z - they should call me Crown Vick

You don't know me! Five texts di-rect from Coney
Have your boss coppin pleas - like Frank cryin to Tony
Get shanked, lyin, you phony - REALLY, you don't want it

If we was locked, I'd have yo' $$# blew for a pack of 100's
My crew laughin and blunted, come through clappin and gunnin
Catch brains in new V's (ooh-WEE) crash it, it's nothin

I get cash in abundance, dumb hashes and dutches
Sick, stick my dick in your chick $$#, she love it


[Chorus]
(Jesus Christ!)
When I hit you you'll see (Jesus Christ)

Oh yeah, that's right, your money or your wife
Take my advice son it ain't nuttin nice
You'll say (Jesus Christ!)

When I hit you you'll see (Jesus Christ)
Oh yeah, that's right, take my advice
Your money or your wife, ^!$$% $#&@ yo' life


[Nems]
Listen - which one of y'all ^!$$%z said it's over?

I wake up in the morning with a cigarette and soda
Light the piff, kush, kick, push
It's murder when I server her - dig yo' chick, bush

C'mon~! These ^!$$%s $$# backwards like Kris Kross
You already know, Murderfest the big boss
I walk around with the big hog

that makes ^!$$%z bigger than Rick Ross trip off
Yeah, so fall back with that slick talk
^!$$% 'fore my right hook pops yo' chin off

$#&@ your life in the street and $#&@ your laws
When I'm in court, face$#&@in yo' chick make the (*##$ hoarse
Youse a bird ^!$$%, better get lost

Before I pull out the rocket and make your lift off
Everybody knows that you a (*##$ so
you can $#&@ around and get pissed on, just cause I'm pissed off


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[Nems]
^!$$% you been $$#cheek since last week like a ^^&$#* hooker
$#&@ around your life'll be threatened like Corey Booker

You corny ^!$$%~! Take you for a trip to Ordway Gardens
and fly you off the top like you Jimmy Snuka
Your (*##$ I took her to the last stop

Had her post up in front of the pole and spread, made mad guap'
Ass I'm not, #~!!@ - you are!
You heard the best, Nems Murderfest, hood superstar

Son the hood is who we are yup, $#&@ Your Life gangsters
I ran through your block, took your wife, spanked her
Hurt your vest mayne, took a knife, shanked 'em

Product of my environment, totally outranked them
See them (*##$ ^!$$%z over there? We ain't them
We are real ^!$$%z over here, and we hate them

Your whole team a bunch of !@$)gots - you probably ate them
Come see me - I'll throw you a ball like Troy Aikman


[Chorus]