Hello, Tah Murdah   Has a message for   To accept the message   Press one   To cancel the message   Tah Murdah 2001   Murdah INC.motherf***er   Mr.Fingis got beat   Gangsta, gangsta   Gangsta, gangsta   Murder, murder   F*** y'all niggas   Talkin' about   Uh, gangsta, gangsta   Gangsta, gangsta   Gangsta, gangsta   This is how we do   2001, 2001 nigga   Check this sh*t      Now everybody just   Bounce, bounce   My POV city hustlers   Bounce, bounce   All my hood slimies   And Prada mamis   See how we fall off   In the club   It's nothing but love   Plenty bottles of skimy   Twisted and stick bud   And it fifty-fifty love   All across the board dog   Gully respect Gully   Never floss for broads   Get out of my character   When she back it up   And after something good performs   I'll have you get up on it   Ma, I'll give it   How you want it   Make you a new lady   Coconut open her crazy   Now all day she two way me   Type of sh*t like   "Ooh baby"   Everything you do is gravy   And models I'm hitting lately   So all you can do is hate me   Stare me down and   Screw face me   Hype ya man up to lace me   C'mon, all y'all buttersoft   Sweeter then tastys   My hands grip two hammers   Double action   Prime time   Nigga minus the action      Chorus:   Now get ya   Motherf***in' hands up high   Touch the sky   And if you holding weight   Nigga get it up   Mamis in the club looking right   Oh you ain't spending the night?   Give her the pen number   Mami hit me up   We can sky tell tag   Till I get you in the   Back of the Jag   After we burn a bag   I'ma rip it up   Oh you a balla   Then ball to this   My pimps, gangstas, and dogs   I ain't mad at you   Now here me holla out   Gangsta, gangsta   Paperchase      I love the cake, and petite mamis   Wit' the coke bottle shape   So keep shakin that money maker   Mama I can't hate ya   Its a cold world, ol' girl   So take advice from a pimp   What I'm spittin' is   Venomous, and listen   When the chrome rims glistenin'   On the 'lac truck   Traffic get backed up   We finish the cloud   And smoke some spinach   Niggas ain't big enough   To ghost arounds a menace   I'm heavy weight   And I ain't speakin'   Bought pounds and venice   Use to spit off, and spark   And now its business   When you see me holla   Like you know me   I ain't scared homie   Picked up the mic   And put down the gat   And yo, now I rap and   Blow wit' a fire ash and flow   You know, and dog   I ain't gotta repeat it   Right in front of ya eyes   Ya see it, the best kept secret      Repeat chorus      And you know its   Only right and necassary   That I smash Freddy   After spittin' heavy   Ba, methaphors God   My sh*t is delly   Swift and better   Believe I'm focussed now   Feed you to the vultures   Murderous poster child   Click, clak, pow   The pound sort of dropped   Catch me full of that hall   Or goin' on them pops   Thats what I love livin' in   Love them thugged women   Who will hustle and   Grind when its hard times   Playa, we came in this game   Wit' no gimmicks   Ya finished, diminshed ya   Frame that hangs in it   Straight business wit'   No limits, like Master P   So if you bout that   Scrilla my nilla   Then stack them cheese   And twist up   Burn a vanilla dutch   We live it up   No bread, d*ck and big red   We givin' sl*ts   I'm just a villain   Willing to kill for   They pot of gold   You gotta know   It's all for the dough      Repeat chorus      Yeah, its a playa event nigga   All my playas ya heard me   POV city nigga, yeah, uh   Heart of the grimsy   Cheddar boys, murderism   Yeah, its goin' down nigga   2001, murder, murder   Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta   C-life