Murda Bizness (Feat T.I.)

What?

Hit the club with bad bitches (yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (and what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness (get, get, pow)
I kill pride, i hurt feelings (uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches (outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

Iggy, do it biggie, tell 'em keep sending bottles, i'mma pop fifty
These other bitches think they hot? Not really
She a broke ho, that’s how you know she not with me
Keep my heels on high, ride or die
760li, ridin' fly
I’m the God's honest truth, they decide to lie
They just divide they legs, i divide the pie
And nah, nah, nah, nobody digging y'all hoes
When iggy in the spot, they be iggin' y'all hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click, clack, bang, bang, it's the murda bizness

Hit the club with bad bitches (yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (and what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness (get, get, pow)
I kill pride, i hurt feelings (uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches (outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

Peezy, we got them queazy, give these hoes a hard time, make it look easy
I’m the first of my kind, you ain't seen any
We gonna eat this bread 'cause we make plenty
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly
You ain’t gotta do a shit but stay broke and die
While i keep making hits with these coca lines
Shit, i'm imax big, you poster size
And nah, nah, nah, they ain’t feeling y’all hoes
If you was on fire, wouldn't piss on y’all hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click, clack, bang, bang, it's the murda bizness

Hit the club with bad bitches (yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (and what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness (get, get, pow)
I kill pride, i hurt feelings (uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches (outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

Outfit perfect, hit the scene, it hurt shit
In the 9/11, i 187 murk shit
Holocaust, genocide, kill their ego and their pride
Cremating the hating, it’s a murda in the making
I’m taking all shine off top
Buying all bottles from the bar, let's pop
Champagne, if them niggas die of thirst, man we'll buy a hearse
When the light hit the chain, all you see is fireworks
I mute niggas turnt up all the way
Shoot nigga with the swag, doc holliday
I’m steady blowing loud, broke niggas ain’t allowed
Click, clack, bang, bang, pow, pow, it’s the murda bizness

Hit the club with bad bitches (yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (and what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness (get, get, pow)
I kill pride, i hurt feelings (uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches (outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

Ayy, we in that thang, everybody 'bout to kill, bang, bang
Yeah, we in that thang, everybody 'bout to kill, bang, bang
It's a murda bizness, we in the murda bizness
It's a murda bizness, we on the murda bizness
It's a murda bizness, we in the murda bizness
It's a murda bizness, we on the murda bizness