Plies - Murkin' Season lyrics

Aye, I'd like to welcome
All you motharfuckas, man
To the home of the goons
Where the grave yards over crowded
And where chopperz is a must!

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 murkin' season
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 murkin' season

Stay on your porch, nigga
If u ain't ready to make a shake
Cuz 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
Cuz 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!

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 murkin' season
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 murkin' season

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 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 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

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 murkin' season
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 murkin' season

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 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 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!