Murder
Spades And Blades Lyrics

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I am still a follower of Pimp C and do not care what others think about it.

Puttin' powder on the streets
I am dealing drugs and making them available on the streets.

'Cause I got big fuckin' nuts
I am not afraid of anyone, and I am doing what makes me confident.

Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood Lac
I am coming back from Louisiana in my luxurious Fleetwood Lac car.

I just served them niggas some shit To put they fiends on they back
I just sold some potent drugs to my customers who get addicted to them quickly.

Got the pounds going for 4 cause you know I just paid 2 Nigga bought thirty from me So I front him 42 He gon' pop for 700 times 62 24/8 is what I do so nigga fuck what 'cha do
I am selling drugs in bulk, and I am giving some of the drugs on credit to a customer who is going to make a considerable profit from them. I sell drugs all the time, and I do not care about what others do.

If I told ya cocaine numbers, you would think I was lyin'
I make a lot of money by selling cocaine, and if I tell others how much I make, they would not believe me.

Young ass niggas 22 is talkin' bout they retirin'
Some young people are planning on retiring even though they are only 22 years old. It is ridiculous.

In the game ain't a thang comin' foreign with Benz Brick home and two apartments where I entertain friends
I am doing well in the drug game, and I have bought a foreign car and a brick home with two apartments where I can entertain my friends.

Mo bounce to the ounce 'cause the Brougham the shit I done got me 50 ounces out of birds in this bitch
The car I have, Brougham, is fantastic, and I make a lot of money by selling cocaine. I have gotten 50 ounces recently.

Tightin' up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock Got some birds I'll sell a nigga So might go rock for rock
I am checking my drug inventory and making sure everything is in order. I have some drugs available to sell to a customer, and they might exchange it with their stock.

Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit
I recently went to California and hung out with B-Legit. We smoked purple chronic and drank hurricane drinks.

At the studio with Tone, man I wish I could stay I got to holla at Master P, 'cause we got money to make
I was present in the studio with Tone, but I had to leave early because I had to talk to Master P about making some money together.

And when playaz from the South stack G'z man Like Ball I got to stack big cheese man
When players from the southern states gather substantial sums of money, I, like Ball, need to stack big money as well.

Bitch say he want a show, you got nine grand? I ain't rappin' shit until my money in my hand
If someone wants me to perform at their show, I ask them if they have $9,000. I will not perform until they have paid me.

South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay Gettin' money from yo bitches every goddamn day
I am from South Texas, and I make a lot of money from women almost every single day.

Big paper I'm foldin' Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock For all this dick that I be holdin'
I am folding big amounts of money, and many women are attracted to me because of the wealth and the size of my manhood.

I hate clone men show it Especially them fools that take our style And act like my niggas don't know it
I do not like people who copy my style and pretend that they do not know me.

Kick it with the trill niggas so you best not trip If ya keep on poppin' shit my nigga empty the clip
I hang around with genuine and authentic people, and if someone continues to cause trouble, my friend will use his gun.

Ho ass nigga
This is an insult that the artist is directing towards someone.

Well it's Bun-B bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens' Not them finger lickins Stickin' niggas that be trickin'
This verse is spoken by Bun-B, who is bragging about how he is a drug kingpin rather than a KFC worker. He is saying that he deals with people who like to get high and will not be tricked.

You need a swift kick in' yo ass is right for the pickin' Now as my pockets thicken I be kickin' nickel slickin' you sick when I be clickin'
If someone needs to be taught a lesson, Bun-B is the one to do it. He is accumulating wealth quickly and doing what he can to trick people himself.

Now take a look at the bigger nigga Malt liquor swigger Playa hata ditch digger Figure my hair trigger get a hot one in yo liver
Bun-B is a big man who drinks malt liquor, and he is digging graves for people who hate on him. He is very quick to anger, and someone who crosses him risks being shot in the liver.

You shiver, shake, and quiver I'm frivolous if a nigga get wetter than a river
If Bun-B threatens you, you will be scared. He is also happy to kill someone who is weak and scared.

For what it's worth it's the birth of some niggas doin' dirt Fuck her first and take off her skirt Now make the pussy hurt
This is the birth of a group of people who are doing illegal things. They are going to have sex with women and hurt them in the process.

It's the Master Hit the Swisha faster then you fever blister bastard Fuck yo sister faster
This is the Master P part of the song. He is saying that he can smoke Swisher cigars faster than someone with a fever blister, and he can have sex with someone's sister more quickly than they can.

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 mo fuckin' yayo get the scale
Master P is selling $50,000 worth of drugs and is expecting payment soon. If he does not get it, he risks going to jail. He decides to leave and sell more drugs instead.

No other bullet duckers can shove us out the game So they better buck us Cause the cluckers they love us
No other drug dealers can remove Bun-B and his crew from the game. They must try to fight him, as the drug addicts are loyal to Bun-B.

Make them glass dick suckers Shake their jelly like Smucker's I hit like nun-chuckers Cause Short Texas bring the rukus
Bun-B is making drug addicts happy and making them feel good. He can fight like a martial artist because he is Short Texas.

This for my muthafuckers Cookin' cheese to crooked G'z Rockin' up quarter keys Just to get the hook with ease Wannabes get on yo knees Feel the squeeze from them HK 1-3s From here to overseas We do what we please
This part is a general statement about the people in the drug game. They are cooking up cheese, making drug deals with crooked people, and importing drugs from other countries. They are living like they want to and not caring about what society thinks about them.

Don't trip cause we flip Light up a dip I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip Go ask that boy Skip That nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done ripped out my Barrelli Flyin' through yo Pelle Pelle and Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli Ho sell it like it's goin' out of style You can't see me Marcus so have a Motherfuckin' Sweet and a smile
This section is a continuation of the previous one, where Bun-B talks about how they change things up when they need to. He tells Marcus to relax and enjoy a smoke while he kills his enemy. Then he brags that he has blood from his victim all over him and is still carrying on with his business like nothing happened. Finally, he tells someone named Skip that he is the best and can shoot someone with just one clip. He also talks about how someone is selling drugs as if they will be out of style soon.

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
This part of the song is the chorus and is repeated many times. The artists are singing about murder and how it is happening all the time.