[Verse One: Pimp C]

I'm still Pimp C (*##$ so what the $#&@ is up?

I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got
Big $#&@in' nut's comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood Lana

I deserve them ^!$$%'s %#@! to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to ^!$$% 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 $#&@ what 'cha do

If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young ^!$$%'s twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been

Rick's home two apartment's where enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the %#@!, I done got me

Fifty ounces out of birds ya (*##$
Tightin' up no slack (*##$es checkin' my stock
Got some Burban City ^!$$%'s so I'm a go to my garage

Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane %#@!
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay

I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man

(*##$ say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin' %#@!
Till my money in my hand

South Texas muther$#&@a that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo (*##$es every
Got damn day

Big paper I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my muther$#&@in' jock
For all this dick I be holdin'

I hate grown man show it
Especially if a fool take our style and
Act like my ^!$$%'s don't know it

I kick it with the trill ^!$$%'s so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin' %#@!
My ^!$$% empty the clip

Hoe azz ^!$$%

[Chorus:]


Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder


[Verse Two: Bun-B]


Well this Bun-B (*##$ and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' ^!$$%'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' ^!$$%'s slippin' you sick

When I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger ^!$$% Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger figure

My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and quiver
I'm free from ^!$$% you wetter den a river

For what it's worth it's suburblous some ^!$$%'s doin' dirt
$#&@ her first and take off her skirt
Make the #~!!@ hurt Mister Master

Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a
Blister !@$( $#&@ her sister faster
Hit the elbro for sale yo

Brother better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so

We can sell mo $#&@in' yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they love us
Make them class dick suckers

Check they jelly like smoker's
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus
This for my muth$#&@er's
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
Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From here to over sea's

We do what we please
No trip cuz we flip
Light up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy Skip

That ^!$$% Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli

Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so have a
Mother$#&@in' Sweet and smile

[Chorus]