[Nems]
Whattup cousin? Let me smoke somethin, make me poke somethin
Hit and run, fingers numb from the coke cuttin
Police come? I don't know nuttin!
Run up in your crib, let me hold somethin; met your wife hoe huntin
I'm on the road to stuntin - nigga and you bitchin up
They call me Mr. Clean - the way I wash niggaz up
Slap a nigga quick, bust a nigga shit
I'm the king at robbin niggaz - they should call me Crown Vick
You don't know me! Five texts di-rect from Coney
Have your boss coppin pleas - like Frank cryin to Tony
Get shanked, lyin, you phony - REALLY, you don't want it
If we was locked, I'd have yo' ass blew for a pack of 100's
My crew laughin and blunted, come through clappin and gunnin
Catch brains in new V's (ooh-WEE) crash it, it's nothin
I get cash in abundance, dumb hashes and dutches
Sick, stick my dick in your chick ass, she love it

[Chorus]
(Jesus Christ!)
When I hit you you'll see (Jesus Christ)
Oh yeah, that's right, your money or your wife
Take my advice son it ain't nuttin nice
You'll say (Jesus Christ!)
When I hit you you'll see (Jesus Christ)
Oh yeah, that's right, take my advice
Your money or your wife, nigga fuck yo' life

[Nems]
Listen - which one of y'all niggaz said it's over?
I wake up in the morning with a cigarette and soda
Light the piff, kush, kick, push
It's murder when I server her - dig yo' chick, bush
C'mon~! These niggas ass backwards like Kris Kross
You already know, Murderfest the big boss
I walk around with the big hog
that makes niggaz bigger than Rick Ross trip off
Yeah, so fall back with that slick talk
Nigga 'fore my right hook pops yo' chin off
Fuck your life in the street and fuck your laws
When I'm in court, facefuckin yo' chick make the bitch hoarse
Youse a bird nigga, better get lost
Before I pull out the rocket and make your lift off
Everybody knows that you a bitch so
you can fuck around and get pissed on, just cause I'm pissed off

[Chorus]

[Nems]
Nigga you been asscheek since last week like a horny hooker
Fuck around your life'll be threatened like Corey Booker
You corny nigga~! Take you for a trip to Ordway Gardens
and fly you off the top like you Jimmy Snuka
Your bitch I took her to the last stop
Had her post up in front of the pole and spread, made mad guap'
Ass I'm not, pussy - you are!
You heard the best, Nems Murderfest, hood superstar
Son the hood is who we are yup, Fuck Your Life gangsters
I ran through your block, took your wife, spanked her
Hurt your vest mayne, took a knife, shanked 'em
Product of my environment, totally outranked them
See them bitch niggaz over there? We ain't them
We are real niggaz over here, and we hate them
Your whole team a bunch of faggots - you probably ate them
Come see me - I'll throw you a ball like Troy Aikman

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