Murder Weapon

(*talking*) Ha Slim Thug, E.S.G., Boss Hogg Outlaws My boy C on the track, putting it down like this Live from the Manger baby You boys out there on that chrome, watch your back Slippers get got, feel this (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) [E.S.G.] Now keep the sell us on the real, it's from the man with the grill E.S.G. what's up Bun B, you from the land of the trill Trying to get our hand on a mill, don't give a damn how they feel I know my hood real, you see us working wood wheel What's the deal, we still riding dirty in Texas Got something you never seen, a 4-30 Lexus Riding reckless bending corners, you slip you's a goner That cat in that mask, was something mo' than marijuana Yokohamas for twenties, riding vogues with swangas Three TV with a DVD, Playstation 2 with disc changer From Southside to the Manger, Boss Hoggs be wrecking Leaving jackers confused, like presidential elections Bubble dried what we got, where we put our cash Keep on crying bout us, I'ma put my foot in your ass Put a hole in your mask, for trying to stop our shine Got a Glock in my lap, at all times [Hook - 2x] We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) [Slim Thug] Slippers get got, jackers get shot If I catch em trying to plot, in my parking lot They got me for my drop, now I shop at Topeka lot I wasn't high, cause Rodney D. Young, shot me a knot Got back on my feet, one month later, back on the street Twenties inches I be, on my big body fleet Yeah you caught me slipping, but I'ma charge it to the game But when I catch you slipping, I'ma put one in your frame [E.S.G.] Gon be a mask in Texas, but without change songs Especially if them folks, pass them gun control laws I'm trying to roll like my papa, retire one day Till then I'm on MLK, it's on found sun down Now what's up Southside, we smoking trees to the dawn Forget to turn the alarm, and find your TV's gone Get your brains blown, that Glock'll pop your ass Or should I let the electric fist, shock your ass [Hook] We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) [Slim Thug] Ride with me, and come see what that North be like We sip syrup and Sprite, and let our mind take flight Bub light shine bright, when we creep at night With red eyes and bad sight, cause we don't sleep at night I'm from the side known for jacking, placking and pistol packing It's like New Jersey Drought, but these boys ain't acting They'll break you off, if you live on the North or the South Cause it don't matter where you from, or where you floss It's every man for himself, out here And that's why we thugged out, and ride with no fear It look like it's getting better, year by year But I still got my chrome baretta, here in the clear But it ain't all bad, matter fact it's all good Cause it go down, every night up in my hood We sip pints, blow kill and just chill We all from the North, but we all gone still for real [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Ha, that's on the real baby Know I'm saying, 2001 2000 and 2 Huh, Boss Hogg Outlaws we ain't half stepping (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) It go down, I don't care where you at What's up East Coast, know I'm saying New York, down Jersey, Virginia, all them boys out there I know y'all got y'all murder weapon (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) What what, Midwest ha, where you at know I'm saying St. Louis, on up through, I know them boys out there Got they murder weapon, you know what I'm saying, keep it real nigga (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) What what, all my West Coast dogs, you know what I'm saying That C walking, B walking doing your god damn thang I know you got your motherfucking murder weapon out there baby (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) Huh huh, what what down here in the Dirty South That's how we do it, Boss Hogg Outlaws, Big Dinero Entertainment Boss Hogg Entertainment, S-E-S, what what what My big dog Sin huh, that's the style Them boys got they murder weapon, what's up M-O-E Ha it's going down boy, feel this (can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon), huh