Murder Weapon

Get ya hands up Uh, Slim Thug, E.S.G., Boss Hogg Outlaws My boy Sin on the track, puttin it down like this Live from the Manger baby You boys out there on that chrome watch yo back Slippers get got, feel this (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon)

Better keep it silly it's on the real it's from the man with the grill E.S.G. what's up I'm B you from the land of the trill Tryin to get a hand on a mill don't give a damn how they feel I know my hood real, you see us workin wood wheel What's the deal? I'm still ridin dirty in Texas Got somethin you never seen, a 430 Lexus Ridin reckless bendin corners, you slip you's a goner That cat and that mask was somethin more than marijuana Yokohamas for 20's, ridin Vogues on swangas 3 TV with a DVD PlayStation 2 with disc changer From Southside to the Manger, Boss Hogg be wreckin Leavin jackers confused like presidential elections What we drive, what we got, where we put our cash Keepin grime on us, I'ma put my foot in yo ass Put a hole in yo mask for tryin to stop our shine Got a Glock in my lap at all times

One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon) One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon)

Slippers get got, jackers get shot If I catch 'em tryin to plot in my parkin lot They got me for my drop now I shop at Topeka lot I wasn't hot cause ridin to New York shot me a knot Got back on my feet one month later, back on the street 20 Inches and beef, in my big body fleet You caught me slippin, but I'ma charge it to the game But when I catch you slippin, I'ma put one in yo brain It's gon' be a massacre in Texas, but without chainsaws Especially if them folks pass them gun control laws I'm tryin to live old like my paw-paw, retire one day Til then I'm on them AK's, it's on down Sunday Now what's up Southside? We smokin tree to the dome Forget to turn the alarm on and find your TV's gone Get your brains blown, that Glock'll pop yo ass Or should I let the electric fist, shock yo ass

One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon) One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon)

Ride with me and come see what that North be like We sip syrup and Sprite and let our mind take flight Bud Lights 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 jackin, blackin and pistol packin It's like New Jersey Drive, but these boys ain't actin 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 Look like it's gettin better, year by year Still got my chrome Beretta, here in the crib It ain't all bad, matter fact it's all good Cause it go down, every night up in my hood Sip pints, blow kill and just chill We all from the North, where we all don't steal

One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon) One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon) One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon) One up in the chamber, strapped for danger These boys'll get ya, for your 20's and swangas Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon)

Huh, that's on the real baby Know what I'm sayin? 2001, 2002 Huh, Boss Hogg Outlaws, we ain't half steppin (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 what I'm sayin? 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, huh where ya at know what I'm sayin? St. Louis, on up through, I know them Boys out there got they murder weapon You know what I'm sayin? 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 sayin? That's C-walkin, B-walkin, doin your god damn thang I know you got your motherfuckin 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 Dick DeNiro 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.? Huh, it's goin down cuz, feel this (Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon)