Lyrics
Chorus:
Man I'm from Murda Murda, Marshallville
Where n*** z'll certainly merk you, yes they will
Them M-Town motha f*** az kill at will
Rob n*** z wit they vest on, chilly chill
(Repeat)
Verse 1:
Only real gangstas feel my spoken words
Smokin herb, breakin down the coke and birds
Lots of dirty money, could fill a hamper
Never out of +Bucs+ like I coach for Tampa
Stay steady droppin a masterpiece
Flows have +No Limit+ like Master P
Nah mean? More styles than Tao Feng
When the battle's over, I stand like Yao Ming
Fiend, for any motha f*** in thing green
From +Franks+ and beans to High Times scenes
Comin through your hood wit a gangsta lean
Though my work is dirty, I'm fresh and clean
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
You want beef with me? I'll get Dee the truest
2 against 12? Don't matter we can do this
So much power, they should name us Austin
Turn your +Socks Red+ like you're claimin Boston
Ha, I cause ruckus to motha f*** as
From street hustlas to block bustas
Rush ya click, man the cops can't cuff us
While me and my +Hammer+ sreamin "Can't Touch Us"
n*** z are Dumb And Dumberer
My guns'll make ya numb and numberer
I keep one tucked under the sun
Cause you know where the f*** I'm from
(Chorus)
