(feat. Pimp C, Spice 1 & Vicious) 



[Pimp C:] 

Uh, the damn place made me crazy 

I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies 

Everything else, is expendable 

Find out that fake niggaz, ain't dependable 

I don't owe, you niggaz shit bitch 

Home light weight but my style great, now my pockets is the shit 

Now it's time, for expansion 

Bought a nice house for parole, now I'm grind up building a mansion 

I'm a rapper, and a game capper 

Blue and red like a snapper, got a thang for them pussy ass jackers 

That ain't, no real hustle 

Get some white gold or work it, and getting some real muscle bitch 

If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it 

Made me bust your watermelon, come on down fuck with it 

Everybody, ain't no punk 

I'm talking to you now boy, don't make me go and pop the trunk biatch 



[Hook:] 

Everyday, me keep it sucker free 

Me not fuck with nobody, so why do them fuck with me 

Don't test me temper, make me have to watch me cool 

Mack buyacka-buyacka, I didn't wanna act a fool 

But I'm a murderer, murderer 

I'm a murderer, murderer 



[Spice 1:] 

It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders 

Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up in Al Qida 

Cause I'm a murderer, put it on you haters for real 

Hit a nigga with the 4-5, get to dumping slugs all in his Caddy grill 

Smoke chronic for my glaucoma, yeah I said glaucoma 

I got a motherfucking glock, and I put niggaz in comas 

Hit corners on 24's, waving hi at your hoes 

With bald heads braids, perms and afros 

I'm caked up like Duncan Hi, but I'm not your average do' boy 

I autograph a slug, and put you on the flo' boy 

It's the Spiceberg Slim, Soprano Montana minds 

I done been through the flames, walked through the motherfucking fire 

They can never, put my flame out 

And if I wasn't high, I'd pull your motherfucking brains out murderer 



[Hook] 



[Z-Ro:] 

Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely 

I don't love pussy, I just love to murder these niggaz when they walk up on me 

Y'all don't know me, some of y'all rappers think y'all know me 

This nigga right here don't give a fuck though, so I suggest you hoes step back 

What I got in my pants is called a, that's too big to fit in a holster gat 

Straight from where niggaz sell that mad crack, just ran him over crack 

It ain't no love in Missouri City, my partna I know it look nice 

A 4-5 fuck around, hit a nigga you'll get took twice 

Might get beat up and robbed, or you might get beat up and shot 

It all depend on what you riding in, and if it look like you got a lot or not 

I use to think I'd have a future, playing basketball 

But lately all I been doing, is putting people in caskets y'all 

Am I sorry hell naw, if I sent him he was already on his way 

When the grim reaper swing by, it'll make you wish your ass was home today 

Fuck with me I'ma hit up Spice, it ain't a thang to tap the trigger twice 

Brrr-click brr-click, they sideways into the next life 



[Hook]