(feat. Pimp C, Spice 1 & Vicious) 

[Pimp C:] 
Uh, the damn place made me crazy 
I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies 
Everything else, is expendable 
Find out that fake niggaz, ain't dependable 
I don't owe, you niggaz shit bitch 
Home light weight but my style great, now my pockets is the shit 
Now it's time, for expansion 
Bought a nice house for parole, now I'm grind up building a mansion 
I'm a rapper, and a game capper 
Blue and red like a snapper, got a thang for them pussy ass jackers 
That ain't, no real hustle 
Get some white gold or work it, and getting some real muscle bitch 
If you want it, you can sho 'nuff get it 
Made me bust your watermelon, come on down fuck with it 
Everybody, ain't no punk 
I'm talking to you now boy, don't make me go and pop the trunk biatch 

[Hook:] 
Everyday, me keep it sucker free 
Me not fuck with nobody, so why do them fuck with me 
Don't test me temper, make me have to watch me cool 
Mack buyacka-buyacka, I didn't wanna act a fool 
But I'm a murderer, murderer 
I'm a murderer, murderer 

[Spice 1:] 
It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders 
Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm up in Al Qida 
Cause I'm a murderer, put it on you haters for real 
Hit a nigga with the 4-5, get to dumping slugs all in his Caddy grill 
Smoke chronic for my glaucoma, yeah I said glaucoma 
I got a motherfucking glock, and I put niggaz in comas 
Hit corners on 24's, waving hi at your hoes 
With bald heads braids, perms and afros 
I'm caked up like Duncan Hi, but I'm not your average do' boy 
I autograph a slug, and put you on the flo' boy 
It's the Spiceberg Slim, Soprano Montana minds 
I done been through the flames, walked through the motherfucking fire 
They can never, put my flame out 
And if I wasn't high, I'd pull your motherfucking brains out murderer 

[Hook] 

[Z-Ro:] 
Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely 
I don't love pussy, I just love to murder these niggaz when they walk up on me 
Y'all don't know me, some of y'all rappers think y'all know me 
This nigga right here don't give a fuck though, so I suggest you hoes step back 
What I got in my pants is called a, that's too big to fit in a holster gat 
Straight from where niggaz sell that mad crack, just ran him over crack 
It ain't no love in Missouri City, my partna I know it look nice 
A 4-5 fuck around, hit a nigga you'll get took twice 
Might get beat up and robbed, or you might get beat up and shot 
It all depend on what you riding in, and if it look like you got a lot or not 
I use to think I'd have a future, playing basketball 
But lately all I been doing, is putting people in caskets y'all 
Am I sorry hell naw, if I sent him he was already on his way 
When the grim reaper swing by, it'll make you wish your ass was home today 
Fuck with me I'ma hit up Spice, it ain't a thang to tap the trigger twice 
Brrr-click brr-click, they sideways into the next life 

[Hook]