Murkin Season-Plies

作词 : H. Willingham/Plies/R. Levatte/R. Graham 作曲 : H. Willingham/Plies/R. Levatte/R. Graham Aye, I'd like to welcome all you ************s, man To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded And where chopperz is a must! Chorus(x's 2) Get caught slippin' crackers goin find ur ass not breathing 100 holes in your lil' ass with ya body leaking Nigga ridin with them drums nigga for a reason Cuz down here we in the middle of murking season! V1 Stay on your porch, nigga, if u ain't ready to make a shake Cuz this the home of the bodies check the muder 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 dont fake Cuz if you bullshit you the one that get erased This niggas murkin out ***** 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 *****es better stay out the way! Chorus V2 And murkin Season don't end, this **** year round It ain't never drop murkin season never slow down It's imposibble too many choppers floating around These young niggas 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 motha ****in dead bodies laying on the ground Niggas bettin on it now, who goin get off first? Running ya **** box better what how u choose u words And niggas sending threats ***** u got alot of nerves Niggas'll leave ur mother****in brains on the curb This ain the 80's dawg... niggas getting murked Everywhere you turn you see dead niggas on t-shirts Everytime I pass by the graveyard i see a hearse... Chorus V3 Not respecting these streets what got you niggas ****ed That ***** nigga ain't bout it, he know how ta play tough Runnin' your **** sucka fast'll get ya chopped up I know plenty niggas like you that done got touched You talking loud cuz you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough I know 100 niggas 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 **** 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 motha****er'll get you nigga killed Murking season is offcial boy this **** for real!!