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But that motherfucker, I need to kill him\nThat's all\n\nMurder (huh), mur-\nMurder (talkin' 'bout a murder), mur-\nMurder (huh), mur- mur-\nMurder (check it out)\n\nI'm still Pimp C bitch, so what the fuck is up?\nPuttin' powder on the streets 'cause I got big fuckin' nuts\nComin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood 'Lac\nI just served them niggas some shit to put they fiends on they back\nGot the pounds going for four 'cause you know I just paid two\nNigga bought 30 from me, so I fronted 42\nHe gon' pop for 700 times 62\n24, eight is what I get, so nigga, fuck what you do\n\nIf I told ya cocaine numbers, you would think I was lyin'\nYoung-ass niggas, 22, is talkin' 'bout they retirin'\nIn the game, ain't a thang, comin' foreign with Benz\nBrick-ass home, two apartments, where I entertain friends\nMore bounce to the ounce 'cause the Brougham the shit\nI done got me 50 ounces out a bird in this bitch\nTighten up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock\nGot some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock\n\nJust got back from California, kicked it wit' B-Legit\nPut me down wit' purple chronic and that hurricane shit\nAt the studio with Tone, man, I wish I could stay\nI got to holla at Master P 'cause we got money to make\nAnd when playas from the South stack Gs, man\nLike Ball, I gotta stack big cheese, man\nBitch say he want a show, you got nine grand?\nI ain't rappin' shit until my money in my hand\n\nSouth Texas, motherfucker, that's where I stay\nGettin' money from your bitches every Goddamn day\nBig paper, I'm foldin' (foldin')\nHoes is on my motherfuckin' jock for all this dick that I be holdin'\nI hate clone men, show it\nEspecially them fools that take our style and act like my niggas don't know it\nKick it wit' the trill niggas, so you best not trip\nIf ya keep on poppin' shit, my nigga, empty the clip, hoe-ass nigga\n\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur- mur-\nMurder\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-mur-\nMurder\n\nWell, it's Bun B, bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens\nNot them finger-lickings, stickin' niggas that be trickin'\nYou need a swift kickin', yo' ass is ripe for the pickin'\nNow as my pockets thicken, I'm deep-thinkin', nickel-slickin'\nYou sick when I be clickin', now take a look at the bigger nigga\nMalt liquor swigger, player hater, ditch digger\nFigure my hair trigger, give a hot one in yo' liver\nYou shiver, shake, and quiver, I'm frivolous if a\n\nNigga get wetter than a river, for what it's worth, it's the birth\nOf some niggas doin' dirt, fuck her first night, take off the skirt\nMake her pussy hurt, Mister Master, hit the\nSwisha faster, than you fever blistered bastards, fucked\nYour sister, passed her, fifty elbows for sale, yo'\nBrother better have my mail, hoe, 'fore I catch a\nMurder case and go to jail, oh hell no, time to bail\nHit the trail so, we can sell mo' fuckin' yayo\n\nGet the scale, no other bullet duckers can shove us\nOut of this game, they better buck us, 'cause the cluckers, they love us\nMake them glass dick suckers shake they jelly like Smucker's\nI hit like nunchakus, 'cause short Texas bring the ruckus\nThis for my motherfuckers, cookin' cheese to crooked Gs\nRockin' up quarter keys to get the hook with ease\nWanna-be's get on your knees, feel the squeeze from them\nHK13s, from here to overseas\n\nWe do what we please, don't trip 'cause we flip, light up a dip\nI'm breakin' 'em off, from they hip to your lip, go ask that boy Skip\nThat nigga Bun rip, wit' one clip, soon as the gun slip\nNow I done whipped out my Barrelli, flyin' through\nYour Pelle Pelle and some smelly red jelly is drippin'\nOut of ya belly, served 'em up like a deli, jumped on\nMy cellular tele', hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\nYou can't see me, Marcus, so have a motherfuckin' Sweet and a smile\n\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-mur-\nMurder","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Fuck this motherfucker, he just got love, you know what I mean?\n[00:03.46] Because we got to get out here, ain't no place here for us\n[00:05.21] You know what I mean? But that motherfucker, I need to kill him\n[00:08.08] That's all\n[00:09.08] Murder (huh), mur-\n[00:11.79] Murder (talkin' 'bout a murder), mur-\n[00:14.01] Murder (huh), mur- mur-\n[00:16.71] Murder (check it out)\n[00:19.42] I'm still Pimp C bitch, so what the fuck is up?\n[00:22.50] Puttin' powder on the streets 'cause I got big fuckin' nuts\n[00:25.27] Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood 'Lac\n[00:28.02] I just served them niggas some shit to put they fiends on they back\n[00:30.74] Got the pounds going for four 'cause you know I just paid two\n[00:33.45] Nigga bought 30 from me, so I fronted 42\n[00:36.20] He gon' pop for 700 times 62\n[00:39.02] 24, eight is what I get, so nigga, fuck what you do\n[00:41.84] If I told ya cocaine numbers, you would think I was lyin'\n[00:44.61] Young-ass niggas, 22, is talkin' 'bout they retirin'\n[00:47.44] In the game, ain't a thang, comin' foreign with Benz\n[00:50.23] Brick-ass home, two apartments, where I entertain friends\n[00:52.98] More bounce to the ounce 'cause the Brougham the shit\n[00:55.72] I done got me 50 ounces out a bird in this bitch\n[00:58.53] Tighten up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock\n[01:01.32] Got some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock\n[01:04.03] Just got back from California, kicked it wit' B-Legit\n[01:06.82] Put me down wit' purple chronic and that hurricane shit\n[01:09.64] At the studio with Tone, man, I wish I could stay\n[01:12.39] I got to holla at Master P 'cause we got money to make\n[01:15.11] And when playas from the South stack Gs, man\n[01:18.29] Like Ball, I gotta stack big cheese, man\n[01:20.99] Bitch say he want a show, you got nine grand?\n[01:23.76] I ain't rappin' shit until my money in my hand\n[01:26.45] South Texas, motherfucker, that's where I stay\n[01:29.30] Gettin' money from your bitches every Goddamn day\n[01:31.94] Big paper, I'm foldin' (foldin')\n[01:34.82] Hoes is on my motherfuckin' jock for all this dick that I be holdin'\n[01:37.89] I hate clone men, show it\n[01:40.55] Especially them fools that take our style and act like my niggas don't know it\n[01:43.32] Kick it wit' the trill niggas, so you best not trip\n[01:46.12] If ya keep on poppin' shit, my nigga, empty the clip, hoe-ass nigga\n[01:48.85] Murder, mur-\n[01:51.69] Murder, mur-\n[01:54.54] Murder, mur- mur-\n[01:57.28] Murder\n[02:00.05] Murder, mur-\n[02:03.15] Murder, mur-\n[02:05.99] Murder, mur-mur-\n[02:08.70] Murder\n[02:11.56] Well, it's Bun B, bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens\n[02:14.25] Not them finger-lickings, stickin' niggas that be trickin'\n[02:16.81] You need a swift kickin', yo' ass is ripe for the pickin'\n[02:19.63] Now as my pockets thicken, I'm deep-thinkin', nickel-slickin'\n[02:22.47] You sick when I be clickin', now take a look at the bigger nigga\n[02:25.26] Malt liquor swigger, player hater, ditch digger\n[02:28.05] Figure my hair trigger, give a hot one in yo' liver\n[02:30.80] You shiver, shake, and quiver, I'm frivolous if a\n[02:33.57] Nigga get wetter than a river, for what it's worth, it's the birth\n[02:36.61] Of some niggas doin' dirt, fuck her first night, take off the skirt\n[02:39.59] Make her pussy hurt, Mister Master, hit the\n[02:42.36] Swisha faster, than you fever blistered bastards, fucked\n[02:45.18] Your sister, passed her, fifty elbows for sale, yo'\n[02:47.97] Brother better have my mail, hoe, 'fore I catch a\n[02:50.72] Murder case and go to jail, oh hell no, time to bail\n[02:53.52] Hit the trail so, we can sell mo' fuckin' yayo\n[02:56.17] Get the scale, no other bullet duckers can shove us\n[02:59.16] Out of this game, they better buck us, 'cause the cluckers, they love us\n[03:01.55] Make them glass dick suckers shake they jelly like Smucker's\n[03:04.46] I hit like nunchakus, 'cause short Texas bring the ruckus\n[03:07.11] This for my motherfuckers, cookin' cheese to crooked Gs\n[03:10.07] Rockin' up quarter keys to get the hook with ease\n[03:12.79] Wanna-be's get on your knees, feel the squeeze from them\n[03:15.66] HK13s, from here to overseas\n[03:18.45] We do what we please, don't trip 'cause we flip, light up a dip\n[03:21.24] I'm breakin' 'em off, from they hip to your lip, go ask that boy Skip\n[03:23.74] That nigga Bun rip, wit' one clip, soon as the gun slip\n[03:26.80] Now I done whipped out my Barrelli, flyin' through\n[03:29.59] Your Pelle Pelle and some smelly red jelly is drippin'\n[03:32.34] Out of ya belly, served 'em up like a deli, jumped on\n[03:35.20] My cellular tele', hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\n[03:38.03] You can't see me, Marcus, so have a motherfuckin' Sweet and a smile\n[03:41.19] Murder, mur-\n[03:43.82] Murder, mur-\n[03:46.57] Murder, mur-mur-\n[03:49.36] Murder\n[03:52.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder\n  artist: UGK\n  album: Best of UGK\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck this motherfucker, he just got love, you know what I mean?\n  start_ms: 360\n  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But that motherfucker, I need to kill him\nThat's all\n\nMurder (huh), mur-\nMurder (talkin' 'bout a murder), mur-\nMurder (huh), mur- mur-\nMurder (check it out)\n\nI'm still Pimp C bitch, so what the fuck is up?\nPuttin' powder on the streets 'cause I got big fuckin' nuts\nComin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood 'Lac\nI just served them niggas some shit to put they fiends on they back\nGot the pounds going for four 'cause you know I just paid two\nNigga bought 30 from me, so I fronted 42\nHe gon' pop for 700 times 62\n24, eight is what I get, so nigga, fuck what you do\n\nIf I told ya cocaine numbers, you would think I was lyin'\nYoung-ass niggas, 22, is talkin' 'bout they retirin'\nIn the game, ain't a thang, comin' foreign with Benz\nBrick-ass home, two apartments, where I entertain friends\nMore bounce to the ounce 'cause the Brougham the shit\nI done got me 50 ounces out a bird in this bitch\nTighten up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock\nGot some birds I sell to niggas, some I go rock for rock\n\nJust got back from California, kicked it wit' B-Legit\nPut me down wit' purple chronic and that hurricane shit\nAt the studio with Tone, man, I wish I could stay\nI got to holla at Master P 'cause we got money to make\nAnd when playas from the South stack Gs, man\nLike Ball, I gotta stack big cheese, man\nBitch say he want a show, you got nine grand?\nI ain't rappin' shit until my money in my hand\n\nSouth Texas, motherfucker, that's where I stay\nGettin' money from your bitches every Goddamn day\nBig paper, I'm foldin' (foldin')\nHoes is on my motherfuckin' jock for all this dick that I be holdin'\nI hate clone men, show it\nEspecially them fools that take our style and act like my niggas don't know it\nKick it wit' the trill niggas, so you best not trip\nIf ya keep on poppin' shit, my nigga, empty the clip, hoe-ass nigga\n\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur- mur-\nMurder\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-mur-\nMurder\n\nWell, it's Bun B, bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens\nNot them finger-lickings, stickin' niggas that be trickin'\nYou need a swift kickin', yo' ass is ripe for the pickin'\nNow as my pockets thicken, I'm deep-thinkin', nickel-slickin'\nYou sick when I be clickin', now take a look at the bigger nigga\nMalt liquor swigger, player hater, ditch digger\nFigure my hair trigger, give a hot one in yo' liver\nYou shiver, shake, and quiver, I'm frivolous if a\n\nNigga get wetter than a river, for what it's worth, it's the birth\nOf some niggas doin' dirt, fuck her first night, take off the skirt\nMake her pussy hurt, Mister Master, hit the\nSwisha faster, than you fever blistered bastards, fucked\nYour sister, passed her, fifty elbows for sale, yo'\nBrother better have my mail, hoe, 'fore I catch a\nMurder case and go to jail, oh hell no, time to bail\nHit the trail so, we can sell mo' fuckin' yayo\n\nGet the scale, no other bullet duckers can shove us\nOut of this game, they better buck us, 'cause the cluckers, they love us\nMake them glass dick suckers shake they jelly like Smucker's\nI hit like nunchakus, 'cause short Texas bring the ruckus\nThis for my motherfuckers, cookin' cheese to crooked Gs\nRockin' up quarter keys to get the hook with ease\nWanna-be's get on your knees, feel the squeeze from them\nHK13s, from here to overseas\n\nWe do what we please, don't trip 'cause we flip, light up a dip\nI'm breakin' 'em off, from they hip to your lip, go ask that boy Skip\nThat nigga Bun rip, wit' one clip, soon as the gun slip\nNow I done whipped out my Barrelli, flyin' through\nYour Pelle Pelle and some smelly red jelly is drippin'\nOut of ya belly, served 'em up like a deli, jumped on\nMy cellular tele', hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\nYou can't see me, Marcus, so have a motherfuckin' Sweet and a smile\n\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-\nMurder, mur-mur-\nMurder","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] Fuck this motherfucker, he just got love, you know what I mean?\n[00:03.07] Because we got to get out here, ain't no place here for us\n[00:05.65] You know what I mean? 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slack bitches checkin' my stock\nGot some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\nJust got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\nPut me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\nAt the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\nI got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make\nWe with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man\nLike Ball I got to stack big cheeze man\nBitch say he wanna show ya\nYou got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit\nTill my money in my hand\nSouth Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay\nGettin' money from yo bitches every\nGot damn day\nBig paper I'm foldin'\nHoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock\nFor all this dick I be holdin'\nI hate grown man show it\nEspecially if a fool take our style and\nAct like my nigga's don't know it\nI kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's\nNot trip if ya keep on talkin' shit\nMy nigga empty the clip\nHoe azz nigga\n\nMurder, Mur, Mur, Murder\nMurder, Mur, Mur, Murder\nMurder, Mur, Mur, Murder\nMurder, Mur, Mur, 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Murder\n[01:53.27] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:56.32] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:59.03] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[02:00.92] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[02:11.92] Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king\n[02:13.70] I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'\n[02:15.61] Stickin' nigga's who be trippin'\n[02:17.73] You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'\n[02:20.07] Now down as my pocket's stickin'\n[02:21.55] I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick\n[02:23.32] When I be clickin' now take a look at the\n[02:25.23] Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger\n[02:26.78] Playa hata ditch digger figure\n[02:28.59] My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver\n[02:31.11] You shiver shake and quiver\n[02:32.14] I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river\n[02:35.06] For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt\n[02:37.76] Fuck her first and take off her skirt\n[02:39.49] Make the pussy hurt Mister Master\n[02:41.42] Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a\n[02:43.38] Blister bastard fuck her sister faster\n[02:46.18] Hit the elbro for sale yo\n[02:47.86] Brother better have my mail hoe\n[02:49.63] Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\n[02:52.23] Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so\n[02:54.34] We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\n[02:57.07] No other bullet duck or get shoved\n[02:58.85] Inside this game they better buck us\n[03:00.59] Cuz the clucker's they love us\n[03:01.68] Make them class dick suckers\n[03:03.43] Check they jelly like smoker's\n[03:04.46] I hit like nun-chuckers\n[03:06.00] Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus\n[03:07.17] This for my muthfucker's\n[03:08.88] Cookin' cheese to crooked geez\n[03:09.91] Rockin' up quarter key's\n[03:11.67] Just to get the hook with ease\n[03:12.60] Wanna bee's get on yo knee's\n[03:14.45] Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n[03:16.54] >From here to over sea's\n[03:18.55] We do what we please\n[03:19.67] No trip cuz we flip\n[03:20.97] Light up a dip\n[03:22.24] I'm breakin' 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shit\n[01:47.54] My nigga empty the clip\n[01:49.30] Hoe azz nigga\n[01:50.88] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:53.27] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:56.32] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:59.03] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[02:00.92] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[02:11.92] Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king\n[02:13.70] I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'\n[02:15.61] Stickin' nigga's who be trippin'\n[02:17.73] You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'\n[02:20.07] Now down as my pocket's stickin'\n[02:21.55] I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick\n[02:23.32] When I be clickin' now take a look at the\n[02:25.23] Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger\n[02:26.78] Playa hata ditch digger figure\n[02:28.59] My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver\n[02:31.11] You shiver shake and quiver\n[02:32.14] I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river\n[02:35.06] For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt\n[02:37.76] Fuck her first and take off her 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rip\nWith one clip, soon as the gun slip\nNow I done ripped out my Barile\nFlyin' through yo belly belly and\nSome smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly\nServin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli\nHoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\nYou can't see me Marcus so have a\nMotherfuckin' Sweet and smile","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.26] I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?\n[00:23.33] I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got\n[00:24.76] Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana\n[00:26.72] In a Fleetwood Lana\n[00:28.45] I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner\n[00:31.15] Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just\n[00:33.68] Pay to nigga bought thirty from me\n[00:35.57] So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred\n[00:38.56] Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do\n[00:40.87] So fuck what 'cha do\n[00:42.96] If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'\n[00:44.92] Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they 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purple chronic and that hurricane shit\n  start_ms: 67530\n  end_ms: 70280\n- text: At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\n  start_ms: 70280\n  end_ms: 72960\n- text: I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make\n  start_ms: 72960\n  end_ms: 75740\n- text: We with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man\n  start_ms: 75740\n  end_ms: 78570\n- text: Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man\n  start_ms: 78570\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: Bitch say he wanna show ya\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 82950\n- text: You got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit\n  start_ms: 82950\n  end_ms: 85360\n- text: Till my money in my hand\n  start_ms: 85360\n  end_ms: 87360\n- text: South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay\n  start_ms: 87360\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Gettin' money from yo bitches every\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 91860\n- text: Got damn day\n  start_ms: 91860\n  end_ms: 92620\n- text: Big paper I'm foldin'\n  start_ms: 92620\n  end_ms: 95390\n- text: Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock\n  start_ms: 95390\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: For all this dick I be holdin'\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99050\n- text: I hate grown man show it\n  start_ms: 99050\n  end_ms: 100740\n- text: Especially if a fool take our style and\n  start_ms: 100740\n  end_ms: 102680\n- text: Act like my nigga's don't know it\n  start_ms: 102680\n  end_ms: 104330\n- text: I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's\n  start_ms: 104330\n  end_ms: 105720\n- text: Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit\n  start_ms: 105720\n  end_ms: 107540\n- text: My nigga empty the clip\n  start_ms: 107540\n  end_ms: 109300\n- text: Hoe azz nigga\n  start_ms: 109300\n  end_ms: 110880\n- text: Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  start_ms: 110880\n  end_ms: 113270\n- text: Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  start_ms: 113270\n  end_ms: 116320\n- text: Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  start_ms: 116320\n  end_ms: 119030\n- text: Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  start_ms: 119030\n  end_ms: 120920\n- text: Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  start_ms: 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you wetter den a river\n  start_ms: 152140\n  end_ms: 155060\n- text: For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt\n  start_ms: 155060\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: Fuck her first and take off her skirt\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 159490\n- text: Make the pussy hurt Mister Master\n  start_ms: 159490\n  end_ms: 161420\n- text: Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a\n  start_ms: 161420\n  end_ms: 163380\n- text: Blister bastard fuck her sister faster\n  start_ms: 163380\n  end_ms: 166180\n- text: Hit the elbro for sale yo\n  start_ms: 166180\n  end_ms: 167860\n- text: Brother better have my mail hoe\n  start_ms: 167860\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 172230\n- text: Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so\n  start_ms: 172230\n  end_ms: 174340\n- text: We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\n  start_ms: 174340\n  end_ms: 177070\n- text: No other bullet duck or get shoved\n  start_ms: 177070\n  end_ms: 178850\n- text: Inside this game they better buck us\n  start_ms: 178850\n  end_ms: 180590\n- text: Cuz the clucker's they love us\n  start_ms: 180590\n  end_ms: 181680\n- text: Make them class dick suckers\n  start_ms: 181680\n  end_ms: 183430\n- text: Check they jelly like smoker's\n  start_ms: 183430\n  end_ms: 184460\n- text: I hit like nun-chuckers\n  start_ms: 184460\n  end_ms: 186000\n- text: Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus\n  start_ms: 186000\n  end_ms: 187170\n- text: This for my muthfucker's\n  start_ms: 187170\n  end_ms: 188880\n- text: Cookin' cheese to crooked geez\n  start_ms: 188880\n  end_ms: 189910\n- text: Rockin' up quarter key's\n  start_ms: 189910\n  end_ms: 191670\n- text: Just to get the hook with ease\n  start_ms: 191670\n  end_ms: 192600\n- text: Wanna bee's get on yo knee's\n  start_ms: 192600\n  end_ms: 194450\n- text: Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n  start_ms: 194450\n  end_ms: 196540\n- text: '>From here to over sea''s'\n  start_ms: 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Marcus so have a\n  start_ms: 218270\n  end_ms: 219920\n- text: Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile\n  start_ms: 219920\n  end_ms: 221260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 221260\nplain: |-\n  I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?\n  I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got\n  Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana\n  In a Fleetwood Lana\n  I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner\n  Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just\n  Pay to nigga bought thirty from me\n  So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred\n  Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do\n  So fuck what 'cha do\n  If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'\n  Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'\n  In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been\n  Rick's home two apartment's where enter\n  Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce\n  Cuz the Wood the shit, I done got me\n  Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitch\n  Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\n  Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\n  Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\n  Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\n  At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\n  I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make\n  We with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man\n  Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man\n  Bitch say he wanna show ya\n  You got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit\n  Till my money in my hand\n  South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay\n  Gettin' money from yo bitches every\n  Got damn day\n  Big paper I'm foldin'\n  Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock\n  For all this dick I be holdin'\n  I hate grown man show it\n  Especially if a fool take our style and\n  Act like my nigga's don't know it\n  I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's\n  Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit\n  My nigga empty the clip\n  Hoe azz nigga\n\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n\n  Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king\n  I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'\n  Stickin' nigga's who be trippin'\n  You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'\n  Now down as my pocket's stickin'\n  I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick\n  When I be clickin' now take a look at the\n  Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger\n  Playa hata ditch digger figure\n  My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver\n  You shiver shake and quiver\n  I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river\n  For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt\n  Fuck her first and take off her skirt\n  Make the pussy hurt Mister Master\n  Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a\n  Blister bastard fuck her sister faster\n  Hit the elbro for sale yo\n  Brother better have my mail hoe\n  Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\n  Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so\n  We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\n  No other bullet duck or get shoved\n  Inside this game they better buck us\n  Cuz the clucker's they love us\n  Make them class dick suckers\n  Check they jelly like smoker's\n  I hit like nun-chuckers\n  Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus\n  This for my muthfucker's\n  Cookin' cheese to crooked geez\n  Rockin' up quarter key's\n  Just to get the hook with ease\n  Wanna bee's get on yo knee's\n  Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n  >From here to over sea's\n  We do what we please\n  No trip cuz we flip\n  Light up a dip\n  I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip\n  Go ask that boy Skip\n  That nigga Bun rip\n  With one clip, soon as the gun slip\n  Now I done ripped out my Barile\n  Flyin' through yo belly belly and\n  Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly\n  Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli\n  Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\n  You can't see me Marcus so have a\n  Motherfuckin' Sweet and 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still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?\nI'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got\nBig fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana\nIn a Fleetwood Lana\nI deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner\nGot the pound four by four cuz you know I just\nPay to nigga bought thirty from me\nSo I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred\nTimes sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do\nSo fuck what 'cha do\nIf I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'\nYoung nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'\nIn the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been\nRick's home two apartment's where enter\nTight friends mo bounce to the ounce\nCuz the Wood the shit, I done got me\nFifty ounces out of birds ya bitch\nTightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\nGot some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\nJust got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\nPut me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\nAt the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\nI 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thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick\nWhen I be clickin' now take a look at the\nBigger nigga Marl liquor swigger\nPlaya hata ditch digger figure\nMy hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver\nYou shiver shake and quiver\nI'm free from nigga you wetter den a river\nFor what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt\nFuck her first and take off her skirt\nMake the pussy hurt Mister Master\nHit the Swisha faster then you keep a\nBlister bastard fuck her sister faster\nHit the elbro for sale yo\nBrother better have my mail hoe\nBefore I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\nHell no, time to bail hit the trail so\nWe can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\nNo other bullet duck or get shoved\nInside this game they better buck us\nCuz the clucker's they love us\nMake them class dick suckers\nCheck they jelly like smoker's\nI hit like nun-chuckers\nCuz Short Texas bring the rukus\nThis for my muthfucker's\nCookin' cheese to crooked geez\nRockin' up quarter key's\nJust to get the 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bounce to the ounce\nCuz the Wood the shit, I done got me\nFifty ounces out of birds ya bitch\nTightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\nGot some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\nJust got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\nPut me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\nAt the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\nI got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make\nWe with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man\nLike Ball I got to stack big cheeze man\nBitch say he wanna show ya\nYou got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit\nTill my money in my hand\nSouth Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay\nGettin' money from yo bitches every\nGot damn day\nBig paper I'm foldin'\nHoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock\nFor all this dick I be holdin'\nI hate grown man show it\nEspecially if a fool take our style and\nAct like my nigga's don't know it\nI kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's\nNot trip if ya keep on talkin' shit\nMy nigga empty the clip\nHoe azz 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Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just\n  Pay to nigga bought thirty from me\n  So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred\n  Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do\n  So fuck what 'cha do\n  If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'\n  Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'\n  In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been\n  Rick's home two apartment's where enter\n  Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce\n  Cuz the Wood the shit, I done got me\n  Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitch\n  Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\n  Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\n  Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\n  Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\n  At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\n  I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make\n  We with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man\n  Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man\n  Bitch say he wanna show ya\n  You got 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every\n[01:31.86] Got damn day\n[01:32.62] Big paper I'm foldin'\n[01:35.39] Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock\n[01:37.13] For all this dick I be holdin'\n[01:39.05] I hate grown man show it\n[01:40.74] Especially if a fool take our style and\n[01:42.68] Act like my nigga's don't know it\n[01:44.33] I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's\n[01:45.72] Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit\n[01:47.54] My nigga empty the clip\n[01:49.30] Hoe azz nigga\n[01:50.88] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:53.27] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:56.32] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[01:59.03] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[02:00.92] Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n[02:11.92] Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king\n[02:13.70] I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'\n[02:15.61] Stickin' nigga's who be trippin'\n[02:17.73] You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'\n[02:20.07] Now down as my pocket's stickin'\n[02:21.55] I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick\n[02:23.32] When I be clickin' now take a 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pain, who wanna do addition?\n[01:38.92] Pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I'm slippin\n[01:41.64] Believa, always an over achiever\n[01:44.23] Take a breather, your paper little just like ceaser\n[01:47.08] Have a seat bra, I make that hater have a seizure\n[01:49.91] When they see the number of coats that's on my Beamer\n[01:52.65] Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her\n[01:55.58] Then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a Keebla\n[01:58.14] I don't need her, be Livin Single like Kadeeja\n[02:00.90] I won't even go send a cab to go retrieve her\n[02:03.86] Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty\n[02:06.67] Spree-wellin like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis\n[02:09.22] That was back before Nelly was ever seen singin on the telly\n[02:12.19] I been grindin gettin feti, underground Makavelli\n[02:14.98] My dictionary is missin, so what is competition?\n[02:17.70] Think he dissin, he ain't likin how much my pinky glisten\n[02:20.82] I ain't 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Runnin around for the millies, I think I'm gettin dizzy\n  I'm notorious at doin it bigger like I'm Biggie\n  Join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup\n  Let my lac up, and hit the switch and it ill back up\n  They can't stand em, make Bill O'reilly have a tantrum\n  Bet the grands come and if I'm on it, it's an anthem\n  Get the grand son and give a million to my grandson\n  Yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none\n  I heard Plies say that he will never buy a Phantom\n  I make 28's fit on the ish, you better ask em\n  I attatch em, I love the dolla's I romance em\n  I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome\n  An assassin, be killin the mic with a passion\n  I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion\n  They just actin, but real is my only reaction\n  Shoes on my whip, that's where haters jack their fashion\n  Swagga jackin, i'm swagga'd up you swagga-lackin\n  Swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin\n  Tell em don't listen, if you 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out of birds ya bitch\nTightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\nGot some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\nJust got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\nPut me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\nAt the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\nI got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make\nWe with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man\nLike Ball I got to stack big cheeze man\nBitch say he wanna show ya\nYou got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit\nTill my money in my hand\nSouth Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay\nGettin' money from yo bitches every\nGot damn day\nBig paper I'm foldin'\nHoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock\nFor all this dick I be holdin'\nI hate grown man show it\nEspecially if a fool take our style and\nAct like my nigga's don't know it\nI kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's\nNot trip if ya keep on talkin' shit\nMy nigga empty the clip\nHoe azz nigga\n\nMurder, Mur, Mur, Murder\nMurder, Mur, Mur, Murder\nMurder, Mur, 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Swisha faster then you keep a\n[02:43.38] Blister bastard fuck her sister faster\n[02:46.18] Hit the elbro for sale yo\n[02:47.86] Brother better have my mail hoe\n[02:49.63] Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\n[02:52.23] Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so\n[02:54.34] We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\n[02:57.07] No other bullet duck or get shoved\n[02:58.85] Inside this game they better buck us\n[03:00.59] Cuz the clucker's they love us\n[03:01.68] Make them class dick suckers\n[03:03.43] Check they jelly like smoker's\n[03:04.46] I hit like nun-chuckers\n[03:06.00] Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus\n[03:07.17] This for my muthfucker's\n[03:08.88] Cookin' cheese to crooked geez\n[03:09.91] Rockin' up quarter key's\n[03:11.67] Just to get the hook with ease\n[03:12.60] Wanna bee's get on yo knee's\n[03:14.45] Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n[03:16.54] >From here to over sea's\n[03:18.55] We do what we please\n[03:19.67] No trip cuz we flip\n[03:20.97] Light up a dip\n[03:22.24] I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip\n[03:23.77] Go ask that boy Skip\n[03:24.77] That nigga Bun rip\n[03:25.88] With one clip, soon as the gun slip\n[03:27.23] Now I done ripped out my Barile\n[03:29.13] Flyin' through yo belly belly and\n[03:30.68] Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly\n[03:33.46] Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli\n[03:35.42] Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\n[03:38.27] You can't see me Marcus so have a\n[03:39.92] Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile\n[03:41.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murder\n  artist: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n  album: Ridin' Dirty\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?\n  start_ms: 20260\n  end_ms: 23330\n- text: I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got\n  start_ms: 23330\n  end_ms: 24760\n- text: Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana\n  start_ms: 24760\n  end_ms: 26720\n- 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Kingz)","albumName":"Gangsta Rap Essentials","duration":236.491175,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?\nI'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got\nBig fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana\nIn a Fleetwood Lana\nI deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner\nGot the pound four by four cuz you know I just\nPay to nigga bought thirty from me\nSo I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred\nTimes sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do\nSo fuck what 'cha do\nIf I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'\nYoung nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'\nIn the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been\nRick's home two apartment's where enter\nTight friends mo bounce to the ounce\nCuz the Wood the shit, I done got me\nFifty ounces out of birds ya bitch\nTightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\nGot some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\nJust got back from California 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nun-chuckers\nCuz Short Texas bring the rukus\nThis for my muthfucker's\nCookin' cheese to crooked geez\nRockin' up quarter key's\nJust to get the hook with ease\nWanna bee's get on yo knee's\nFill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n>From here to over sea's\nWe do what we please\nNo trip cuz we flip\nLight up a dip\nI'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip\nGo ask that boy Skip\nThat nigga Bun rip\nWith one clip, soon as the gun slip\nNow I done ripped out my Barile\nFlyin' through yo belly belly and\nSome smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly\nServin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli\nHoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\nYou can't see me Marcus so have a\nMotherfuckin' Sweet and smile","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.26] I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?\n[00:23.33] I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got\n[00:24.76] Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana\n[00:26.72] In a Fleetwood Lana\n[00:28.45] I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner\n[00:31.15] Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just\n[00:33.68] Pay to nigga bought thirty from me\n[00:35.57] So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred\n[00:38.56] Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do\n[00:40.87] So fuck what 'cha do\n[00:42.96] If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'\n[00:44.92] Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'\n[00:47.81] In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been\n[00:50.45] Rick's home two apartment's where enter\n[00:53.04] Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce\n[00:55.18] Cuz the Wood the shit, I done got me\n[00:57.75] Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitch\n[00:59.29] Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\n[01:01.82] Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\n[01:04.48] Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\n[01:07.53] Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\n[01:10.28] At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\n[01:12.96] I 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my mail hoe\n[02:49.63] Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\n[02:52.23] Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so\n[02:54.34] We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\n[02:57.07] No other bullet duck or get shoved\n[02:58.85] Inside this game they better buck us\n[03:00.59] Cuz the clucker's they love us\n[03:01.68] Make them class dick suckers\n[03:03.43] Check they jelly like smoker's\n[03:04.46] I hit like nun-chuckers\n[03:06.00] Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus\n[03:07.17] This for my muthfucker's\n[03:08.88] Cookin' cheese to crooked geez\n[03:09.91] Rockin' up quarter key's\n[03:11.67] Just to get the hook with ease\n[03:12.60] Wanna bee's get on yo knee's\n[03:14.45] Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n[03:16.54] >From here to over sea's\n[03:18.55] We do what we please\n[03:19.67] No trip cuz we flip\n[03:20.97] Light up a dip\n[03:22.24] I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip\n[03:23.77] Go ask that boy Skip\n[03:24.77] That nigga Bun rip\n[03:25.88] 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you keep a\nBlister bastard fuck her sister faster\nHit the elbro for sale yo\nBrother better have my mail hoe\nBefore I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\nHell no, time to bail hit the trail so\nWe can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\nNo other bullet duck or get shoved\nInside this game they better buck us\nCuz the clucker's they love us\nMake them class dick suckers\nCheck they jelly like smoker's\nI hit like nun-chuckers\nCuz Short Texas bring the rukus\nThis for my muthfucker's\nCookin' cheese to crooked geez\nRockin' up quarter key's\nJust to get the hook with ease\nWanna bee's get on yo knee's\nFill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n>From here to over sea's\nWe do what we please\nNo trip cuz we flip\nLight up a dip\nI'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip\nGo ask that boy Skip\nThat nigga Bun rip\nWith one clip, soon as the gun slip\nNow I done ripped out my Barile\nFlyin' through yo belly belly and\nSome smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly\nServin' 'em 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You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'\n  Now down as my pocket's stickin'\n  I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick\n  When I be clickin' now take a look at the\n  Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger\n  Playa hata ditch digger figure\n  My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver\n  You shiver shake and quiver\n  I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river\n  For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt\n  Fuck her first and take off her skirt\n  Make the pussy hurt Mister Master\n  Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a\n  Blister bastard fuck her sister faster\n  Hit the elbro for sale yo\n  Brother better have my mail hoe\n  Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\n  Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so\n  We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\n  No other bullet duck or get shoved\n  Inside this game they better buck us\n  Cuz the clucker's they love us\n  Make them class dick suckers\n  Check they jelly like smoker's\n  I hit like 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they better buck us\n[03:00.59]Cuz the clucker's they love us\n[03:01.68]Make them class dick suckers\n[03:03.43]Check they jelly like smoker's\n[03:04.46]I hit like nun-chuckers\n[03:06.00]Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus\n[03:07.17]This for my muthfucker's\n[03:08.88]Cookin' cheese to crooked geez\n[03:09.91]Rockin' up quarter key's\n[03:11.67]Just to get the hook with ease\n[03:12.60]Wanna bee's get on yo knee's\n[03:14.45]Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n[03:16.54]>From here to over sea's\n[03:18.55]We do what we please\n[03:19.67]No trip cuz we flip\n[03:20.97]Light up a dip\n[03:22.24]I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip\n[03:23.77]Go ask that boy Skip\n[03:24.77]That nigga Bun rip\n[03:25.88]With one clip, soon as the gun slip\n[03:27.23]Now I done ripped out my Barile\n[03:29.13]Flyin' through yo belly belly and\n[03:30.68]Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly\n[03:33.46]Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli\n[03:35.42]Hoe sell it like 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sell it like it's goin' out of style\n  start_ms: 215420\n  end_ms: 218270\n- text: You can't see me Marcus so have a\n  start_ms: 218270\n  end_ms: 219920\n- text: Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile\n  start_ms: 219920\n  end_ms: 221260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 221260\nplain: |-\n  I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?\n  I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got\n  Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana\n  In a Fleetwood Lana\n  I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner\n  Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just\n  Pay to nigga bought thirty from me\n  So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred\n  Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do\n  So fuck what 'cha do\n  If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'\n  Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'\n  In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been\n  Rick's home two apartment's where enter\n  Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce\n  Cuz the Wood the shit, I done got me\n  Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitch\n  Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock\n  Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage\n  Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit\n  Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit\n  At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay\n  I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make\n  We with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man\n  Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man\n  Bitch say he wanna show ya\n  You got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit\n  Till my money in my hand\n  South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay\n  Gettin' money from yo bitches every\n  Got damn day\n  Big paper I'm foldin'\n  Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock\n  For all this dick I be holdin'\n  I hate grown man show it\n  Especially if a fool take our style and\n  Act like my nigga's don't know it\n  I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's\n  Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit\n  My nigga empty the clip\n  Hoe azz nigga\n\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n  Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder\n\n  Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king\n  I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'\n  Stickin' nigga's who be trippin'\n  You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'\n  Now down as my pocket's stickin'\n  I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick\n  When I be clickin' now take a look at the\n  Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger\n  Playa hata ditch digger figure\n  My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver\n  You shiver shake and quiver\n  I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river\n  For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt\n  Fuck her first and take off her skirt\n  Make the pussy hurt Mister Master\n  Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a\n  Blister bastard fuck her sister faster\n  Hit the elbro for sale yo\n  Brother better have my mail hoe\n  Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe\n  Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so\n  We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale\n  No other bullet duck or get shoved\n  Inside this game they better buck us\n  Cuz the clucker's they love us\n  Make them class dick suckers\n  Check they jelly like smoker's\n  I hit like nun-chuckers\n  Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus\n  This for my muthfucker's\n  Cookin' cheese to crooked geez\n  Rockin' up quarter key's\n  Just to get the hook with ease\n  Wanna bee's get on yo knee's\n  Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's\n  >From here to over sea's\n  We do what we please\n  No trip cuz we flip\n  Light up a dip\n  I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip\n  Go ask that boy Skip\n  That nigga Bun rip\n  With one clip, soon as the gun slip\n  Now I done ripped out my Barile\n  Flyin' through yo belly belly and\n  Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly\n  Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli\n  Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style\n  You can't see me Marcus so have a\n  Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile\n"}]