Murkin’ Season lyrics

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Plies


[Intro]
Aye, I'd like to welcome all you motharf*ckas, man
To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded
And where chopperz is a must!

[Chorus]
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
n*gga ridin with them drums n*gga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
n*gga ridin with them drums n*gga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season

[Verse 1]
Stay on your porch, n*gga, if u ain't ready to make a shake
Cuz 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
Cuz if you bullsh*t you the one that get erased
This n*ggas murkin' out pus*y n*ggas in broad day
And where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's where you lay
And like they say n*gga no face, no case!!
As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
The more rounds you shoot n*gga the less aim it takes
It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way!
[Chorus]
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
n*gga ridin with them drums n*gga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
n*gga ridin with them drums n*gga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season

[Verse 2]
And murkin' season don't end, this sh*t year round
It ain't never drop murkin' season never slow down
It's impossible too many choppers floating around
These young n*ggas 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 under the bed and laid back down
From what I heard em crackers fired 120 rounds
4 mothaf*ckin' dead bodies laying on the ground
n*ggas bettin' on it now, who goin' get off first?
Running ya f*ck box better what how u choose u words
And n*ggas sending threats pus*y u got a lot of nerves
n*ggas'll leave your motherf*ckin brains on the curb
This ain't the 80's dawg... n*ggas getting murked
Everywhere you turn you see dead n*ggas on t-shirts
Every time I pass by the graveyard i see a hearse...
[Chorus]
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
n*gga ridin with them drums n*gga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season
Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing
100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking
n*gga ridin with them drums n*gga for a reason
Cuz down here we in the middle of murkin' season

[Verse 3]
Not respecting these streets what got you n*ggas f*cked
That pus*y n*gga ain't bout it, he know how ta play tough
Runnin' your di*k sucka fast'll get ya chopped up
I know plenty n*ggas like you that done got touched
You talking loud cuz you got a chopper n*gga that ain't enough
I know 100 n*ggas wit choppers but only few'll bust!!
You got the mouth for a killa but you ain't got the guts
You got the front game down pat but you ain't got the nuts
You mighta got off before but you ain't wack nothing
This the wrong place to play games dawg the streets real
Trying to impress a mothaf*cker'll get you n*gga killed
Murkin' season is official boy this sh*t for real!!
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