Murkin Season

歌詞

Ey, I'd like to welcome all you motherfuckers man To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded And where chopperz is a must You caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing 100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a reason 'Cause down here we in the middle of murking season Stay on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to make a shake 'Cause this the home of the bodies, check the murder rate Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the murder case So you better kill him if you don't want him at your court date If you comin' you better come with 'em choppers and don't fake 'Cause if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased This niggaz murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day Where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's where you lay And like they say nigga no face, no case As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe The more rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way Murkin' season don't end, this shit year round It ain't never drop, murkin' season never slow down It's impossible to many choppers floating around These young niggaz they sick with it on that 4 pound Lil cuzin' 12 and all he talking is murkin' now Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound Say she got on her bed and laid back down From what I heard 'em crackers fired 120 rounds 4 motha fuckin' dead bodies laying on the ground Niggaz bettin' on it now, who goin' get off first? Running your fuck box better, what how you choose your words That nigga sending threats pussy, you got a lot of nerves Niggaz would leave your motherfuckin' brains on the burb This ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked Everywhere you turn you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts Everytime I pass by the grave yard I see a herse Not respecting these streets is what got you niggaz fucked That oussy nigga ain't about it, he just know how to bring tongue Runnin' your dick, suckin' lips would get you chopped up I know plenty niggaz like you that done got touched You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few would bust You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the guts You got the front game down packed but you ain't got the nuts You probably got off before but you ain't wack nothing This the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you nigga killed Murking season is official, now this shit for real