Letras:
P C Murder Game

R.I.P. to the Pimp, you know I rep for UGK Get 4 million with Clinton Sparks, your favorite DJ [Chorus] Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon) I know that

C-P-T Run with the +Pound+ like I'm from DPG If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit And I represent the P like Russell Simmons [Chorus: repeat

nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop C'mon man, what happened to the thug? Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging Nigga got mad when The Game

just came from fishin' But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin' I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll You and

this murder game, insane See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl Watch out for the nightfall,when them come, mo murder

on a block with me, Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me, A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C. Look at what the doc

geah) C'mon (we ain't goin nowhere, c'mon) Remix, c'mon (now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes) (I'ma run through the roster man) Let 'em know (on Murder INC

to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy The clout, murder material serial scratched out My name's

just put together So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers Project fools, C-Murder