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Paroles Plies Murkin Season lyrics

Paroles Plies Murkin Season

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
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