Akickdoe

C Murder

[Featuring Master P UGK]



[Master P]



Yo C Murder



Nigga you woke?



Keep your eyes on the road nigga



Pass the weed (ok)



We gon' head up interstate 10



We gon' pick up Pimp C and Bun B (that's my niggas there)



We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it



We gon' handle our business



We gon' smoke



We gon' make it back to the N.O.



Cuz u know whut?



Us South niggaz don't playa hate



We got love from the South East, West, to the Nizorth



But it's your time baby



We gon' handle our business



And we gonna do this shit like g'z



We gonna represent the gizame



Ya heard me?



[Pimp C]



This game fucked up



I ain't got no friends



I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz



Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga



Down to put my .45 to his Hillfiger



Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine



Take that nine everytime and I ain't tryin' dyin'



Niggaz dyin' Port Arthur (huh nigga what?)



You Think that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)



Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'



UGK and C-Murder



Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)



Bout to fade to platinum



Smoke some dank and some drank



But bitch luv me when I come to your city



Serve my dick out her pussy



and bust my nuts on her titties



Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house



With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth



Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)



and make a pimp bitch



and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)



[chorus x4]



I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)



Lay down on the flo' (flo')



Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)



[Bun B]



They try to run up in the manger (run up)



Now hold oon Bun B



I see me P and C in danger (danger)



Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers



Fuckin' with me and my middle finga.



But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers



But I Gotta bust my magnums



Gotta gage these pistols



Hand grenades, and land mines



chopper smoke bombs and missiles



Some of them bitches whistle



Some of them bitches silent



But all them bitches handle business



All of them violent



Bout it bout it and dangerous



soldiers that wanna gang with us



Bang with us, hang with us



get that No Limit slang with us



I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over



so get the chip off your shoulder



feature this



I done told yah



Hold you hostage in your own apartment complex



Nigga I can see that you got plicked



Sit down and take a time trip



this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at



the fear in your eyes I see



bitch where's the key's & g'z at?



[chorus x2]