[Intro: Esé] Fuck this motherfucker, he just got love, you know what I mean? Because we got to get out here, ain't no place here for us You know what I mean? But that motherfucker, I need to kill him That's all
[Chorus] Murder (Huh), mur— Murder (Talkin' 'bout a murder), mur— Murder (Huh), mur— mur— Murder (Check it out)
[Verse 2: Bun B] Well, it's Bun B, bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens Not them finger-lickings, stickin' niggas that be trickin' You need a swift kickin', your ass is ripe for the pickin' Now as my pockets thicken, I'm deep-thinkin', nickel-slickin' You sick when I be clickin', now take a look at the bigger nigga Malt liquor swigger, player hater ditch digger Figure my hair trigger give a hot one in your liver You shiver, shake, and quiver I'm frivolous if a nigga get wetter than a river For what it's worth, it's the birth of some niggas doin' dirt Fuck her first night, take off the skirt, make her pussy hurt Mister Master, hit the Swisha faster Than you fever blistered bastards, fucked your sister, passed her Fifty elbows for sale, yo Brother better have my mail, ho 'Fore I catch a murder case and go to jail, oh Hell no, time to bail, hit the trail so We can sell more fuckin' yayo, get the scale, no Other bullet duckers can shove us out of this game They better buck us, 'cause the cluckers, they love us Make them glass dick suckers shake they jelly like Smucker's I hit like nunchakus, 'cause Short Texas bring the ruckus This for my motherfuckers, cookin' cheese to crooked Gs Rockin' up quarter keys to get the hook with ease Wanna-bes get on your knees, feel the squeeze from them HK13s From here to overseas, we do what we please Don't trip 'cause we flip, light up a dip I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to your lip Go ask that boy Skip, that nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done whipped out my Barrelli, flyin' through your Pelle Pelle And some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly Served 'em up like a deli, jumped on my cellular tele' Ho, sell it like it's goin' out of style You can't see me, Marcus So have a motherfuckin' Sweet and a smile
Yet another great cut from UGK, if fairly typical in terms of themes. While the song holds its own by possessing an excellent beat and solid display from Pimp C, this song is most famous for its legendary verse provided by Bun B.
His lyricism, creativity and flow went off to reach whole new levels, and the verse is still used to measure up against Bun B’s new material. Seriously, describing it is almost completely pointless; it is the type of thing you need to hear to believe.
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