{*phone rings and phone lady talks*}. Hello "Tah Murdah" has a message for "Sex Street". To accept the message press one. To cancel the message {*phone button pushed*}. Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker. Mr. Fingaz got beats. [Cadillac Tah]. Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta gangsta. Uhh uhh - gangsta gangsta. MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta gangsta. Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta gangsta. Uhh uhh - gangsta gangsta. Uhh uhh uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta gangsta. (Yeah 2001) - gangsta gangsta. 2001 nigga check this shit - gangsta gangsta. [Verse One]. Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!. My Pov City hustlers BOUNCE! BOUNCE!. All my hood slimies and Prada mamis. See how we fall off in the club its nuttin but love. Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud. And it fifty-fifty love all across the board dog. Gully respect Gully never floss for broads. or get out of my character when she back it up. And after somethin good performs I'll have you get up on it. Ma I'll give it how you want it make you a new lady. Coke'll open her crazy now all day she two way me. Type of shit like "ohh baby" everything you do is gravy. And models I'm hittin lately so all you can do is hate me. Stare me down and screw face me hype ya man up to lace me. C'mon all y'all buttersoft sweeter then tasties. My hands grip two hammers double action. Prime time nigga minus the actin. [Chorus]. NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High touch the sky. And if you holdin weight nigga get it up. Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?. Give her the pin number mami hit me up. We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag. After we burn a bag I'ma hit the guts. Oh you a baller? Then ball to this. My pimps gangstas and dogs I ain't mad at you player play on. [Verse Two]. Now hear me holla out GANGSTA GANGSTA. PAPER CHASER - I love the cake. And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape. So keep shakin that money maker ma-ma I can't hate ya. Its a cold world ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp. What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen. When the chrome rims glistenin on the 'llac truck. Traffic get backed up - we in this cloud of smoke from spinach. Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes. I'm heavyweight and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness. Use to spit off for sport but now its business. When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie. Picked up the mic and put down the gats and yo. Now I rap and blow with a fire acid flow. You know and dog I ain't gotta repeat it. Right in front of ya eyes ya see it the best kept secret. [Chorus]. [Verse Three]. Now everybody just (ride..). If you sittin on dubs in that big body rollin a bud. Then get (high..) uhh get it crunk. (Murda.. gangster love). Now you know its only right and necessary. that I smash Freddy after spittin heavy - bars. Methaphors god my shit is deadly. Swift and better believe I'm focused now. Feed you to the vultures murderous poster child. Click clak BLAOW! The pound sure to drop. Then catch me full of that hall or blowin on them poppers. But love livin and love them thug women. who will hustle and grind when its hard times. Playa we came in this game with no gimmicks. You're finished diminshed ya frame get holes in it. Straight business and +No Limits+ like Master P. So if you bout that scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese. And twist up burn the vanilla dutch we live it up. No bread dick and Big Red we givin sluts. I'm just a villian willin to kill for that pot of gold. You gotta know its all for the dough. [Chorus]. [Cadillac Tah]. Yeah its a playa event nigga. All my players ya heard me. Pov City nigga yeah uhh. Heart of the grungy cheddar boys mercy. Yeah it's goin down nigga. 2001 murda murda. Uh uh gangsta gangsta... C-LIFE!!!