Couple pounds of brown
I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
Couple DT's
How many niggas down to ride with me
I still got 'em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him
(Just like that)
Went "bang, bang" till their muh'fuckin' brains hang
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
(Couple DT's)
Let's see that's way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
I take this shit back to thirties and vogue
I let him know bitch, this is how I feel 'bout ya
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga
That's how we do this shit in Dade
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
(Hey, hey, hey)
Just like that
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's with extra clips
Just like that
Every nigga was gettin' money
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
(Hey, hey)
How many niggas down to ride with me
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas
Squeezin' AK's, on the ground they lay
That's how it is when you exposed in the south
You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
All I need is big guns on the side of me
(Hey, hey, hey)
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
Couple DT's
I live for this, so damn right I kill for this
How many niggas down to ride with me
Every time, goddammit I'll say it every time
My recipe for murda
(Pounds of brown)
While I was shootin' 'bout my money
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
The reenactment of my first murda
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the script
Money, money, money
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
How many niggas down to ride with me
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
(Murda)
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
All I need is big guns on the side of me
(Hey, hey, hey)
And when I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss
I asked him out but now his momma 'bout to hear about him
(Gangsta)
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
(Pounds of brown)
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Money
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
Couple pounds of brown
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
Huh, but now we in the new era
(Hey, hey, hey)
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
I bust his ass like the last muthafucka
(Couple DT's)
That's in the days when the ave was jumpin'
The boy think he gettin' paid, jumpin' out
See
Betta call us murderers
(Just like that)
Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
See I was raised in the slums
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you know
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Murda)
My recipe for murda
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
How many niggas down to ride with me
With no remorse and no feelin's
Every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch
(Hey, hey, hey)
