Pov City Anthem

Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for [Incomprehensible] To accept the message, press one To cancel the message Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker Mr. Fingaz got beats Gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh, gangsta, gangsta Murda, murda, gangsta, gangsta Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' about? Uhh, uhh, gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, this is how we do Yeah, 2001 2001 nigga, check this shit 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, its nuttin' 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 Or, get out of my character when she back it up And after somethin' good performs, I'll have you get up on it Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me Type of shit like "Ohh baby", everything you do is gravy And models I'm hittin' 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 tasties My hands grip two hammers, double action Prime time, nigga minus the actin' Now get ya muthafuckin' hands up, high, touch the sky And if you holdin' weight, nigga get it up Mamis in the club lookin' right, oh you ain't spendin' the night? Give her the pin number, mami hit me up We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts Oh you a baller? Then ball to this My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on Now hear me holla out gangsta, gangsta Paper chaser, I love the cake And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape So keep shakin' that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya Its a cold world, ol' girl, so take advice from a pimp What I'm spittin' is venomus ism listen When the chrome rims glistenin', on the 'llac truck Traffic get backed up, we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin' 'bout pounds in fitness Use to spit off for sport but now its business When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret Now get ya muthafuckin' hands up, high, touch the sky And if you holdin' weight, nigga get it up Mamis in the club lookin' right; oh you ain't spendin' the night? Give her the pin number, mami hit me up We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts Oh you a baller? Then ball to this My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on Now everybody just ride If you sittin' on dubs, in that big body rollin' a bud Then get high, uhh, get it crunk Murda, gangster love Now you know its only right and necessary That I smash Freddy, after spittin' heavy, bars Methaphors god, my shit is deadly Swift and better believe, I'm focused now Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child Click, clak, blaow, he pound sure to drop Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin' on them poppers But love, livin' and, love them, thug, women Who will hustle and grind when its hard times Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks You're finished, diminished ya frame get holes in it Straight business and No Limits, like Master P So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up No bread, dick and Big Red we givin' sluts I'm just a villian, willin' to kill for that pot of gold You gotta know, it's all for the dough Now get ya muthafuckin' hands up, high, touch the sky And if you holdin' weight, nigga get it up Mamis in the club lookin' right; oh you ain't spendin' the night? Give her the pin number, mami hit me up We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts Oh you a baller? Then ball to this My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad At you player, play on, play on Yeah, its a playa event nigga All my players ya heard me Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy Yeah, it's goin' down nigga 2001, murda, murda Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta C-Life