Murku - Lil Jack

Mane I can’t play with you pussies

My girl gon' think that I’m cheatin

Boy let me find out you speakin' on me, my nigga we beefin'

I leave ya reekin' and leakin', you fuckin weaklin'

I tell 'em «turn up my beat»

And then I proceed with this beatin'

They ask me «Jack, who you rappin' 'bout?»

I tell 'em «my enemies»

Match my identity then drop felony melodies

They say «Jack who you rappin''bout?»

I tell 'em respect (?)

The ones with that jealousy who come threatin' my legacy

Shawty say she want Hennessy, big homie need (?)

Pass me that chopper, I turn you into a memory

(?) manage me, could have got that death penalty

For a minute for sellin' T, I shoot the facility

Ridin' 'round with that meat cleaver

Two pompoms for my cheerleaders

Cocaine on my wifebeater, bitches call me grim reaper

Keep a strap, bitch my people strapped

Get yo people snatched

Handguns (?) pistol whip ya to a red head

Body bag then plan yo funeral

Call my nigga Hoolio, stomp ya til ya nurtural

Federal agents got my young niggas phonetapped

Long straps, pop ya while ya sleep, push yo dome back

I ain’t goin' back, kill yo ass, then we (?)

The fuck I need a friend for?

Ridin' with the (?)

Boogey Man for them killa grams, k-k-killa man

Cock back then nine, roast some limbs, repent all my sins

I’m 'bout to murk ya, fuck what ya goin' through