Murkin’ Season

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye, I'd like to welcome all you motharfuckas, man To the home of the goons, where the grave yards over crowded And where choppers is a must! [Chorus] Get caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass not breathing One hundred holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking Nigga ridin' with them drums nigga for a reason 'Cause down here we in the middle of murkin' season Get caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass not breathing One hundred holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking Nigga ridin' with them drums nigga for a reason 'Cause down here we in the middle of murkin' season [Verse 1] 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 the one that get erased This niggas murkin' out pussy niggas in broad day And 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! [Chorus] Get caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass not breathing One hundred holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking Nigga ridin' with them drums nigga for a reason 'Cause down here we in the middle of murkin' season Get caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass not breathing One hundred holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking Nigga ridin' with them drums nigga for a reason 'Cause down here we in the middle of murkin' season [Verse 2] And murkin' season don't end, this shit year round It ain't never drop murkin' season never slow down It's impossible too many choppers floating around These young niggas they sick with it on that four pound! Lil' cousin twelve 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 a hundred twenty rounds Four mothafuckin' dead bodies laying on the ground Niggas bettin' on it now, who goin' get off first? Running ya fuck box better what how u choose u words And niggas sending threats pussy u got a lot of nerves Niggas'll leave your motherfuckin brains on the curb This ain't the 80's dawg... niggas getting murked Everywhere you turn you see dead niggas on T-shirts Every time I pass by the graveyard I see a hearse [Chorus] Get caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass not breathing One hundred holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking Nigga ridin' with them drums nigga for a reason 'Cause down here we in the middle of murkin' season Get caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass not breathing One hundred holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking Nigga ridin' with them drums nigga for a reason 'Cause down here we in the middle of murkin' season [Verse 3] Not respecting these streets what got you niggas fucked That pussy nigga ain't 'bout it, he know how ta play tough Runnin' your dick sucka fast'll get ya chopped up I know plenty niggas like you that done got touched You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough I know one hundred niggas with 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 mothafucker'll get you nigga killed Murkin' season is official boy this shit for real!