Murkin Season
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๐ Lyrics
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.92] Ey, I'd like to welcome all you motherfuckers man
[00:05.15] To the home of the goons, where the grave yards over crowded
[00:09.86] And where chopperz is a must
[00:12.58] You caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
[00:15.27] 100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking
[00:18.16] Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a reason
[00:21.17] 'Cause down here we in the middle of murking season
[00:24.06] Stay on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to make a shake
[00:38.82] 'Cause this the home of the bodies, check the murder rate
[00:41.71] Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the murder case
[00:44.75] So you better kill him if you don't want him at your court date
[00:47.74] If you comin' you better come with 'em choppers and don't fake
[00:50.68] 'Cause if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased
[00:53.75] This niggaz murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day
[00:56.59] Where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's where you lay
[00:59.52] And like they say nigga no face, no case
[01:02.58] As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
[01:05.53] The more rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes
[01:08.48] It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way
[01:11.45] Murkin' season don't end, this shit year round
[01:38.13] It ain't never drop, murkin' season never slow down
[01:41.27] It's impossible to many choppers floating around
[01:44.07] These young niggaz they sick with it on that 4 pound
[01:47.05] Lil cuzin' 12 and all he talking is murkin' now
[01:50.06] Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound
[01:53.16] Say she got on her bed and laid back down
[01:55.95] From what I heard 'em crackers fired 120 rounds
[01:58.96] 4 motha fuckin' dead bodies laying on the ground
[02:01.82] Niggaz bettin' on it now, who goin' get off first?
[02:04.89] Running your fuck box better, what how you choose your words
[02:07.83] That nigga sending threats pussy, you got a lot of nerves
[02:11.55] Niggaz would leave your motherfuckin' brains on the burb
[02:13.74] This ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked
[02:16.78] Everywhere you turn you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
[02:19.73] Everytime I pass by the grave yard I see a herse
[02:22.72] Not respecting these streets is what got you niggaz fucked
[02:49.24] That oussy nigga ain't about it, he just know how to bring tongue
[02:52.30] Runnin' your dick, suckin' lips would get you chopped up
[02:55.18] I know plenty niggaz like you that done got touched
[02:58.17] You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough
[03:01.02] I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few would bust
[03:04.03] You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the guts
[03:07.02] You got the front game down packed but you ain't got the nuts
[03:10.11] You probably got off before but you ain't wack nothing
[03:13.09] This the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
[03:16.01] Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you nigga killed
[03:18.93] Murking season is official, now this shit for real
[03:21.97]
[00:05.15] To the home of the goons, where the grave yards over crowded
[00:09.86] And where chopperz is a must
[00:12.58] You caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
[00:15.27] 100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking
[00:18.16] Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a reason
[00:21.17] 'Cause down here we in the middle of murking season
[00:24.06] Stay on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to make a shake
[00:38.82] 'Cause this the home of the bodies, check the murder rate
[00:41.71] Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the murder case
[00:44.75] So you better kill him if you don't want him at your court date
[00:47.74] If you comin' you better come with 'em choppers and don't fake
[00:50.68] 'Cause if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased
[00:53.75] This niggaz murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day
[00:56.59] Where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's where you lay
[00:59.52] And like they say nigga no face, no case
[01:02.58] As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
[01:05.53] The more rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes
[01:08.48] It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way
[01:11.45] Murkin' season don't end, this shit year round
[01:38.13] It ain't never drop, murkin' season never slow down
[01:41.27] It's impossible to many choppers floating around
[01:44.07] These young niggaz they sick with it on that 4 pound
[01:47.05] Lil cuzin' 12 and all he talking is murkin' now
[01:50.06] Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound
[01:53.16] Say she got on her bed and laid back down
[01:55.95] From what I heard 'em crackers fired 120 rounds
[01:58.96] 4 motha fuckin' dead bodies laying on the ground
[02:01.82] Niggaz bettin' on it now, who goin' get off first?
[02:04.89] Running your fuck box better, what how you choose your words
[02:07.83] That nigga sending threats pussy, you got a lot of nerves
[02:11.55] Niggaz would leave your motherfuckin' brains on the burb
[02:13.74] This ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked
[02:16.78] Everywhere you turn you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
[02:19.73] Everytime I pass by the grave yard I see a herse
[02:22.72] Not respecting these streets is what got you niggaz fucked
[02:49.24] That oussy nigga ain't about it, he just know how to bring tongue
[02:52.30] Runnin' your dick, suckin' lips would get you chopped up
[02:55.18] I know plenty niggaz like you that done got touched
[02:58.17] You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough
[03:01.02] I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few would bust
[03:04.03] You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the guts
[03:07.02] You got the front game down packed but you ain't got the nuts
[03:10.11] You probably got off before but you ain't wack nothing
[03:13.09] This the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
[03:16.01] Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you nigga killed
[03:18.93] Murking season is official, now this shit for real
[03:21.97]