Chords for UGK - Murder

_ Fuck this motherfucker.
He just got low.
You know what I mean?
Because we got to get out here
Ain't no place here for us.
You know what I mean?
But this motherfucker I need to kill it That's all
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I'm [E] still PMC [G] bitch, so what [D] the fuck is up?
[E] Pudding Potter on the [G] street cause I got big fucking nuts
[E] Coming back from [G] Louisiana in a pre-wood let
I [E] just started niggas some [G] shit to put the feet on they back
[E] Got the pines on for [G] four cause you know I just paid two
[E] Nigga bought 30 [G] from me so I'm running 42
[E] He gone pop the [G] sevens 100 times 62
[E] 24-8 is what I [G] do so nigga fuck what you do
[Em] If I told you cocaine [G] numbers you would think [D] I was lying
[E] Young ass niggas [G] 22 was talking about they retiring
[Em] In the game ain't a [G] thing coming forward with big
[E] Rick at home to a [G] pump is where I entertain friends
[E] Mo' bounce to the [G] ounce cause I'm boring [D] the shit
[E] I done got me 50 [G] ounces out of bird in this bitch
[E] Tightened up no [G] snake bitch checking my style
[E] Got some birds I said [G] a nigga slum I go rock a rock
[Em] Just got back from [G] California, keep this bitch [D] be legit
[E] Put me down with [G] herpacronic in this hurricane shit
[Em] At the studio [G] it's home man I wish I could stay
I [E] got the 100 and [G] masterpieces bitch got money to make
And [Em] Rick playing from the [G] South stack, [D] G man
[E] Like ball I got a [G] stack, big T man
[Em] Bitch slave on the [G] shade, he got [D] 9 grand
[E] I ain't rapping shit [G] until my money in my hand
[E] Stock take, [G] motherfucker that's where I stay
[E] Getting money from your [G] bitches every goddamn day
[E] Big paper I'm [G] folding, [D] hoes is [E] on my motherfucking
[G] That's my own dick and I be holding, [E] I hate [Gm] chrome
Men show [D] it, especially [E] them fools that take [G] our style
And act like my niggas don't know it, [E] kick it with the
Trio [G] nigga so you best [D] not trip, [E] if you keep on popping
[G] Shit my niggas in big clips, [E] hoe ass nigga
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Well [Em] it's Buttbeat [G] bitch and I'm the [D] king of movie tickets
[E] Got them finger [G] lickin', sticking niggas that be tricking
You [Em] need a swift [G] kicking, your ass is ripe for the picking
Now [E] where's my pocket sticking, [G] I be digging niggas slicking
You [Em] sick when I be clicking, [G] now take a look at the big nigga
[E] My liquor [G] swigger, play a hater this nigga
[Em] Figure my hair [G] trigger, give a hot [D] one to your liver
You [E] shiver, shake and [G] quiver, I'm frivolous river nigga
Get [E] wetter than a river, [G] for what it [D] worth
Mr.
Bird for some [E] niggas doing dirt
[G] Fuck a pussy then off the skirt, [E] make the pussy hurt
[G] Hit the master, [D] hit the sushi [E] faster
Then [G] you people blister faster, fuck your [E] sister pastor
[Gm] Hit the elbows for sale, yo [E] brother better have [G] my mail, hoe
Before I catch a murder [E] case and go to jail, [G] hoe
Hell [D] no, time to bail, [E] hit the trail so [G] we can sell more
Fuck a yell, [E] get the scales, no [Gm] other bully duckers
Get shoveled, side [E] of this game they better [Gm] buck us
Cause these cluckers, they love us, [E] make them glass dicks
[G] Some just shake their jelly like smokers, I [E] hit like [D] nunchuckas
Cause your exes bring the ruckus, this [E] for my [G] motherfuckers
Cookin' cheese, some crooked keys, [E] rocking up for the [G] keys
To get your hook with ease, [E] wanna be, get on [G] your knees
Feel the [D] squeeze from them [E] HK1-3's, [G] from here to overseas
We do what [Em] we please, don't trip [G] as we flip
Light up a dip, I'm breaking [E] them out from the hip [G] to your lip
Go act like 4-Step, [Em] that nigga bun [G]-ripped
With one clip soon as the gun [E] slipped
Now I [G] done whipped out my Pirelli, flying through your [E] belly
Belly had [G] some smelly red jelly, it's dripping [E] out of your belly
[G] Serve him up like a deli, just on my [Em] cellular telly
[G] Hoes tell it like it's going out of style, [E] you can't see me [G] margin
So have a motherfucking [Em] sweetener smile
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