[Intro: T.I.]
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

[Verse: 1 Dice Dinero]
Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness
I’m with that H-Gang we on that circle bizness
I’m a cold n***a even though I’m burner gripping
Pricks get they tops peeled off, call that circumcision
I get buck show, giving 'em like a bust show
The hardest shit retarded shit, short yellow bus flow
A busload of bitches with me fa'sho
I ball till I fall like the dude in Above the Rim, Nutso
I get my 9 on, I get my shine on
On some Trae tha Truth shit, bitch I’m on
Thick bitches hang on my branch, call them pine cones
Fine hoes flock, yo I’m bad boy, Sean Combs
I’m a d boy, I get it for the lowest price
You win if you roll with me, call me loaded dice
Jeans sag chopper hanging out the top, over bite
Married to this murder business shit go and throw the rice
[Hook: Iggy Azalea]
Hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hundreds, bunch of fifty's
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
In that 9/11 now 187 murk shit
Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
Yo I’m a good fella but I’m Pesci with the burner
You a bitch you should be in Giuseepe's all the parlor
You ain’t impressing me, or as fresh as me
Don’t test me or I’ma murk you
Kill 'em with my gear, my chains an accessory to murder
This is untouchable gang, sick and I’m fucking deranged
N***as run tuck in your chain, we nothing the same, you fuckers is lame
My girl body picture perfect, I’ma get up in her frame
Fucked the dame, then I forget her
Um, what was her name?
I don’t pay cuts, I don’t pay the cut
If I pay the cut, that’s a pay cut
I’m juggling some double D’s planking on some A-cups
I’m a member of the Mile High Club I call that laid up
You wanna drink we can share the 40
You wanna beef got a Glock give it to you
We can share the 40
COB n***as taking over your territory
We put music in mo' towns then Berry Gordy
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Ok, my life is like Belly, starring Makaveli
Slaughter all of y’all, then I'm with your daughter at the tellie
Cellphone flow, bars like your cellie
Cellmate shit, steel bars like a cellie
Murder, murder, murder mass motherfucking murderer
Murder bizness making a fucking killing get your murders up
You heard of us we murderers, fuck your whole team
Like Prince pants being an asshole is in my jeans
N***a this the new west, n***a this the new day
Burn your man wig, it’s hell to pay
Call me Jeremy Renner, if you don’t get it, move on
I’ve been killing shit, ever since I was a new born
Hey, I’m keeping it C-note, speaking of C-note
Watch your tone when you’re speaking to Deebo
Watch the throne, you know what that mean, yo
That mean it’s air time, and I’m the king, go!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kenny Siegel]
Check it, check it out like movie rentals
For me to bag a chick it’s truly simple
White liquid will bust on her face like removing pimples
Then I draw the lines without using pencils
I really can’t take it no further
I get so loose like a groupie on a tour
I put that on everything like the coochi of a whore
I don’t think they ready to compete with these killers
You get caught with your pants down like you Fred Willard
Yeah that’s on a real like movie film
My chain grill bright, your jewelry dim
At night I can make you feel like 2PM
My eyes hidden by my brim like who be him
Even when I’m bored I don’t play games, I roll the dice
Hit my connect for work and flip it if your price is right
I might just swipe a chain off a chest, break the ice
I’d rather risk trouble then live a sorry life