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[00:00.00] 作词 : Patavious Isom/Fabio Aguilar/Keanu Dean Torres/Niles Groce/Dominic Spigner[00:01.00] 作曲 : Patavious Isom/Fabio Aguilar/Keanu Dean Torres/Niles Groce/Dominic Spigner[00:04.63]Ay, Duke Deuce[00:06.90]What the **** these niggas talkin' 'bout man?[00:09.82]Ay, they got us ****ed up[00:13.04]Y-R-N[00:15.73]Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese[00:19.36]Foreign bitches, suckin', ****in', got 'em all, on they knees[00:23.27]All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies[00:27.26]And they shoot 'em like a camera, bitch, say cheese[00:31.36]I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's[00:35.16]And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas[00:39.06]These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules[00:42.94]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!)[00:47.54]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (Murda)[00:51.33]Them young niggas killin', hurtin' niggas for no reason (Brrah)[00:55.18]Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin'[00:58.84]And they'll still never, ever fold[01:01.02]When they see the judge, ain't no pleadin'[01:02.65]It's just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce)[01:04.45]We gon' beat a nigga ass 'til he turn black & blue (Boom boom)[01:06.86]See the opps, we gon' shoot (Brrah)[01:08.33]All these dead bodies, bitch, recognize who was who (Who-who)[01:10.65]Way I ran got 'em spooked (What)[01:12.17]I came in with the gang, so I'ma pull up with the troops (Gang)[01:14.48]And I ain't ever gon' switch (Nah)[01:15.97]And my nigga wiped your nose, there's no one you can use (Nigga!)[01:18.59]Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda (Murda)[01:23.07]These niggas gangsta, poppin' shit 'til we turn 'em (What?)[01:26.77]Into bitches, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em (Brrah)[01:30.65]No, you can't buy them stripes, bitch, gotta earn 'em[01:34.35]Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese[01:38.06]Foreign bitches, suckin', ****in', got 'em all, on they knees[01:42.02]All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies[01:45.95]And they shoot 'em like a camera, bitch, say cheese[01:50.14]I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's[01:53.76]And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas[01:57.77]These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules[02:01.70]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!)[02:05.80]1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando (Up in my bando)[02:09.53]5-6-7-8 sticks so the bitch better get low (Bitch better get low)[02:13.46]You think of Duke Deuces, Memphis (Memphis)[02:15.85]Makin' easy money and pimpin' (Pimpin')[02:17.81]Whole 'lotta robbin and dealin' (And dealin')[02:19.70]Man, everybody here killin' (Man, everybody killin')[02:21.86]I heat up and beat up the block[02:23.53]I G up to keep up, to re-up the stock (Re-up the stock)[02:25.34]Look what I am, what you're not[02:27.25]The people, they eat up, 'cause all my shit hot (My shit hot)[02:29.72]I'm out with no fours, my ice is cold[02:31.49]His ice cream rocky road (Rocky road)[02:33.37]Stick to the code, I never fold[02:35.39]I put that on the fours (Diddy)[02:37.32]You can see in a nigga eyes, some hunger (Don't bother me)[02:41.42]Bitch **** with me they gon' hide lil' homie[02:45.09]Yeah, my n**s hangin', ain't no gangbangin'[02:46.74]Why the **** you shootin' if you ain't aimin'?[02:48.68]Goin' one-fifty, end up half-capped[02:50.60]With the red seats like a dark angel[02:52.52]Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese[02:56.79]Foreign bitches, suckin', ****in', got 'em all, on they knees[03:00.67]All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies[03:04.64]And they shoot 'em like a camera, bitch, say cheese[03:08.60]I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's[03:12.56]And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas[03:16.42]These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules[03:20.50]It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season[03:24.72]