Murder Man Dance - Bun B, Pimp C, Spice 1

Yeah, what’s up, you P-HIV-havin'-ass niggas?

This is to you, you punk motherfucka

It’s Spice 1, Black Bossalini, bitch

My nigga Pimp C

Bun B, you know I’m sayin'

Came to drop game on you niggas

Check this shit out, you know what I’m sayin'

Feel me, smell me, motherfucka

We live and direct from the Bay

Blowin' it up with no play

Fuck what a hoe say

Jump out the trap and pull a O. J

Like Kyser Soze

We blunted out smokin' the most hay

Higher than José

But still watchin' you haters closely

So buenos noches

Got the yesca and the mota and your mami chocha

Steady livin' mi vida loca

Marijuana smoker

We get richer, bitch you get broker

Play ya just like poker

Royal flush it without the joker

So take a toke of the bombay

Smell it from here to Pompeii

In your fuckit or your Cadillac Allante

Nothin' but good ganj-ay

Don’t get it twisted, you come up stinkin' like Strangé

We get ballistic, specifically speakin'

We straight leavin' you niggas leakin'

Too many dickriders geekin'

Why in the fuck you tweakin'?

You peakin' but won’t prance

You wanna take a chance?

Everybody in this bitch can do the murder man dance, nigga

Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese

Me take your set Gs

Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E

We ride for fetti

La lala lala

Smokin' big, ???, invest in uncut caine

Do my thang for the paper, ya’ll do ya shit for the fame

These hoe-ass niggas walkin' 'round like they need a daddy

You a bitch, you need a pimp, I grip the grain in the Caddy

I’m a hog in the game, I got some wet and some brown

I got some white and some syrup, I’m tryin' to sew up my town

Fuck niggas standin' around like the pistol ain’t needed

Young niggas ain’t scared to die, they gettin' coked up and weeded

I remember who retreated when the war was on

Some niggas around 'em was neutral, but still ate food in my home

My real brothas roll with me when the gun started poppin'

And he never told on me when the hog started stoppin'

I come from Port Arthur, Texas, where the hatin' is high

Just for the record, fuck you bitches and you hoes ain’t fly

Niggas never squared off, cause they know that I’m trill

Y’all talk that shit in y’all circle but I give a fuck how ya feel

About a young rap nigga with a bag full of dope

So put some endo in your swisha, bitch, and take you a smoke

Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese

Me take your set Gs

Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E

We ride for fetti

La lala lala

Motherfuckas wanna keep a nigga under the water

But I’m a killer I’m a die for mine

Niggas is lost in the game

At the same but change

The B.G.s got the K, born to kill you

Starin' at the world through my rearview

Never fear you—nigga for what?

I got clips in the cuts

Big balls and guts

Finna bust at a nigga wit' one hand on my nuts

Leave ‘em six feet stankin' under grave and then stuck

Feder-als got niggas surveilled

Lookin' at a nigga with binoculars, searchin' for braids

And keep a killa on the payroll ready to hit

But I still run around with a motherfuckin' do-it-yourself kit

Niggas is dealt with, dyin' in threes

Make enemies that wanna burn me on a Jesus

But hot slugs make a motherfucka’s corpses freeze

Infrared on my strap on the side for cheap

Nigga please, suckas can’t fuck with the

AKs, mini fourteens, automatic uzis

To G, or not to G, I be S-P-I-C-E

Pimp C, Bun B let a thug in me

All you bitch ass niggas be muggin' me

Playa hatin' niggas wanna put a slug in me

Made a ditch for you niggas, and I dug it deep

Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese

Me take your set Gs

Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E

We ride for fetti

La lala lala

Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese

Me take your set Gs

Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E

We ride for fetti

La lala lala

Do the murder man dance

Do the murder man dance

Do the murder man dance

Do the murder man dance