Man Man Hundo - Murda Cap Lyrics

Cut throat shit, nigga, cutthroat business
Cut throat shit, nigga, cutthroat business
Cut throat shit, nigga, cutthroat business
Real street nigga turn nothing to something
Bro in the cut and he clutching a hunnit
He don't give a f*ck, get to bucking for nothing
I'm f*cking this bitch, got a butt like a onion
My other lil' bitch got a butt like a pumpkin
I'm making some money, you making assumptions
You can't come back just for making shit public
Cutthroat shit but I'm clutching bazookas
I ain't no shit but this money is music
Real as it get shit, I'm straight out St. Louis
You with it, I'm with it
So shit we can do it
Throw you some plates till you cracking and booming
Supply and demand start taxing the goofies
Bust on her back send her back to a rudy
Cut niggas off, I ain't trying to recruit ya
Prayed for this shit, thank God, hallelujah
I be with killers, don't run with no shooters
I stuff my gun in my pants like a fupa
Beat on that pussy, she thought I abused her
I love a cougar, money seduced her
Gave so much head that I called her a tutor
Dive in that pussy, I feel like a scuba
Let's take a trip, take you straight to Aruba
Pull up in striker, I'm finna get one up
Ain't shooting or fighting then nigga shut up
He think he on that, but I'll make him nut up
Feel like Milwaukee, I'm getting these bucks up
Swinging this chopper, it feel like a nunchuck
Chase niggas down, he thought he got bum rushed
I'm running shit, what the f*ck I'm run for
You ain't on shit, what you clutching a gun for
Hold on, hold on
Heart so cold, I be feeling like Frozone
Streets get cold, so I got me a coat on
So much gas, so we call this a Ozone
I'm on your ass so you can't even go home
She throw it back, told me catch it and go long
I'm on that now, so I can't even prolong
Get shit cracking and thumping off both phones
Uh, uh, f*cked her than left her
She thought she was special
Want it today, it's cause a lil extra
I was f*cked up, had to get it together
Two-double cups, I be sipping like Texas
I ain't even pop it, they say that I'm flexing
The police be watching, but can't even catch me
Niggas be stealing and jocking my fashion
Feeling like JB, bitch, I can shoot
He ain't even did shit he hanging with dude
She ate the dick and she ain't even chew
Beat on that pussy she thought I produced
Feeling like K-Dot, doo, doo, doo, doo
Give him a face shot, boom, boom, boom, boom
Bucking a may knot, we up in June
Baddies on baddies, you think I'm with Zeus
A nigga that played with this shit, I ain't heard of that
He want the beef, then I'm bringing a burger back
Shorty at Demon, he shoot where the churches at
I'm from St. Louis, you know that's the murder cap
Uh, uh, I'm from St. Louis, you know that's the murder cap
Uh, uh, I'm from St. Louis, you know that's the murder cap
Uh, uh, cut throat shit, nigga, cut throat business
Cut throat shit, nigga, cutthroat business
Cut throat shit, nigga, cutthroat business
Uh, uh, cut throat shit, nigga, cutthroat business
Uh, uh, cut throat shit, nigga, cutthroat business