Iggy Azalea

[fox69]

"Kawasaki"

"Kawasaki"


They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sipping saki
I'ma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki

Ah, I'm going live, sit down and watch me
You're rocking Jordans but you're Dennis Rodman
I used to get the chicken fingers but now I get the lobster
Or I get the poster, yeah, all my bitches mobbing
Halloween teen fame turned me to a monster
I make him fight for the pussy, I'm Ronda Rousey
Playin' hard to get, rind around the rose
If we're locking, keep it low key, shit
I'm going live
The block is hot
Bistro inside
Barry Sanders tryna juke the truth, he know you lyin'
She popping pussy, pussy swollen, pop 'em ultra now
I can take my jewellery off, to be the golden child
I'm going live, she just wanna watch
She with you 'cause you're rich, she just wants some watch

They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin' (huh!)

They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sipping saki
I'ma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki

Ah, I'm going live, close your eyes, open wide
I could act like I'm humble but you know I'm not
You mean to act like I don't know when I know I'm hot
Ex shot by my shiplock, woah
He wanna rock to my tempo
I'm in the endzone, he in the friendzone
If you really on, where you team at? Put them on
Looking in the mirror, only bitch I depend on
Ah, I'm going live, sit down and watch me
See my ass tan, I was in the tropics
'Bout to catch a flight just to go shopping
This a 1 of 1, what you know about it?
Big amounts, big time accountants, I can only vouch for my accountant
And who I hold it down with

They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin'

They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sipping saki
I'm roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie

Ride him like a Kawasaki
Kawasaki, Kawasaki, Kawasaki.......

 

[fox69]

"Kream"
(feat. Tyga)

"Kream"
(feat. Tyga)



First you get the money
Then you get the power, respect
Hoes come last
Oh my God Ronny

Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Cash rules everything around me

Uh, open up the safe, bitches got a lot to say
Pussy in your face that'll put you in your place (boom)
Seven letters on the plate, fuck you in the brain (bitch)
I got cars, I got bags, I got real estate (cash rules)
Foreplay, I ain't come to play
I got big fish money, he gon' bite the bait (yeah)
Can you drop it down, make that ass talk to me?
Keep that energy, gone off the Hennessy (ass)
I need my bag quickly
Separate 6 degrees, bitches think they know me
Sex pistols, Sid Vicious, wet you when it's horny
Hit me on my cash app, check it in the morning
Cash, in this bitch shinin'
Dressed in designer, she could get grimy
And it's perfect timing, gin with the tonic
Bella Hadid, homie could get it

Ass
Cash, cash
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me

Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, cash, cash)
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, bags)
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Cash rules everything around me

Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, yeah I'm drowning
A shark in the water, how you found me?
Best get from 'round me (I'ma dog)
I go hunting like a bounty (woof)
(Cash rules) Ya, make my own rules
Tattoos on that ass, she do night school
Welcome to the players club, ice cube
Diamonds might make the news
Bitch that's photoshop like rappers with that autotune (cash)
Uh, your cheques is not approved
RM 52, anoscope, water proof
Niggas talk a lot of boof, till they outside the booth
My niggas like golden state, inbound, pull up and shoot (swish)

Cash
Cash, ass
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me

Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, cash, cash)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, bags)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Cash rules everything around me

Ass rules, everything around me
Deep in that pussy, got him drowning (drownin', drownin')
Cash rules, everything around me
A shark in the water, how you found me? (found me, found me)

Cash rules (Get the money)
Cash rules (Dollar dollar bill y'all)

 

[fox69]

"Lady Patra"
(feat. Mavado)

"Lady Patra"
(feat. Mavado)



No pussyhole can come in our place
In our arena, in our establishment
And try talk the talk and walk the walk
And act like them don't know where we from
Like we don't have the biggest in hundred
Iggy, what you say?
What you say?
Bullet!

[Hook x2:]
Classic, Sinatra
Bad, Phantom of the Opera
Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack
Gotcha, Lady Patra

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Paper planes, roger that, 10-4
Got money, been had it, still gettin' more
Oh y'all in the building, but on different floors
Y'all couldn't see it how we see it on ya tippie-toes
Iggy so killing, so pretty, still pretty
Talkin' hits on hits, McGuire, Bonds, Griffey
Mash it up bring the queens of the dancehall with me
Pearl handle on the pistol, tell this world to come and get me
And I'm thummin' through designers to pick which'll fit me proper
Paid dues, climbed through the ranks, but we ain't Shabba
Need me a rude boy, something straight out the shockers
That could drive a girl crazy, all the way off my rocker
Versaces over eyelids, lookin' like Biggie Poppa
No they thought I wouldn't make it, I'm lookin' like what's the matter?
But tell them money talks, and them man not saying nada
This the new classic, signed sincerely, Lady Patra

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Mavado]
She's special and phenomenal
Body strong like a stallion
She got me wild like an animal
Chop it up, eh pon de floor
Chop it up, eh pon de floor
You put your whine dynamical
Billion dollar shit, trillion dollar looks
Tell them broke bitch, read it in the books
Your thing turn up, you got Louis on your foot
You know you got gully on the hook
It's the [?]

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Mavado]
Said she need a real man
Oh yes she want a real one
So she fuck with a Jamaican
Done (haha!)
Your body lookin' like a billion dollar
The baddest bitch you ever seen
The one I want to be my baby mama
I fuck her like my enemy

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Last Song"

"Last Song"


[Sample from movie "Basquiat"]

All I hear is bitches ain't shit
All men are liars
You can only trust yourself
I know that weed is fire!
It can't last forever
True love died in '96
There is nothing left now
Replace hearts with business
Damn well...
What I'm meaning to seems I,
Think I met someone
But he ain't really my type shiiit
He only 21
His fingers do the talking
Where he's from, will be his coffin
Every time this homeboy drive me 'round think I might die on slauson
But,
I still wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We haven't even kissed yet
But that just make me want him more
Plus he love his mama yep
He a family man
And even though the ratchets love him,
I still think he a gentleman
Oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
And I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose
Why he do that? I don't know
I lost a couple friends to that
So I hope he is in control
Every time he swear he gonna stop
But I know that he won't wish
I could be the only angel he need to be strong
This, could be dangerous
Man I got a lot at stake
I ain't even graduate
So I don't have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I would.
When? For good? For you? For ever!
All my friends think that I'm crazy
They tell me I could do better
Fuck all that, boo
It's you that I'm trying to get to heaven with
They say that you're a hindrance
But I think that you genuinence

They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em! '
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a f...

They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em! '
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him!

 

[fox69]

"Look At Me Now"

"Look At Me Now"


Pocket on loud, bottle full of yes
Little bit of poison, little bit of death
Little bit of ass, and a whole lotta hips
All white all night, I ain't talkin' bout bricks
That ain't cocky, that's confidence
Speak English, what the problem is?
You a 1+1 simple sum'a'bitch
I'm long divis', so hard to get
Just passed go, you a starter kit
You prevalence, can't find like this
Hard to swallow somethin' this sick
Still tryna figure how to market it
I'm a backseat rider, head held higher
Pussy tighter, always flier
Never measure up to a bitch like me, girl
You will never climb a mountain this steep, girl
We different breeds, you imperial, I'm so metric
I'm stuntin' on hoes, far as I know
None of y'all strong enough to carry my load
None of y'all down to go as far as I go
Put the still to your neck and let it unload
Like bam bam bam!
What you do that fo'?
To let you know
Know what?
To get your weight up
Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper
So now you know, to get your weight up
Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper

 

[fox69]

"Me, Myself, My Money"

"Me, Myself, My Money"


[Hook x2]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm about to paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

These moreschi's killing my feet
Versace shades 'cause I'm feeling low key
Case of ace 'cause the homies with me
No ID, they know me
ITG that's how you sound
Chic Luzana I ain't camera
Might put diamonds on my McLaren
Like damn that white bitch crazy
My stunts insane, yeah fuck you payin'
They pay me more 'cause I get shit
you one hundred six four
Six oh oh don't send that dough
Wash MC's stay white like sheets
Crack rock flow bitch cook that dough
Put it in the streets say took that dough
I took that dough, threw it to the ceiling
It fell on the floor, Iggy you killin' I already know
Can't tell me nothing if you already broke. I'm already on
Aiming for the stars I'm already gone
Gotta have dinner with a man on the moon
Married to the shit and the money's my groom
I'm sweeping that shit, Ey grab that broom

[Hook]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm about the paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

All wins no losses, life of a boss bitch
All I need is an office,
I'm killing shit off.
All I need is a coffin,
Ridin' circles while they wheeze and they coughing
Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talking
Put up runner walk 'cause there's my target
Rodeo Drive yeah that's my target
Pull up, park it no keys shit
Push it start it, trim cocktails
His name is Marcus, haters salty
Nuts and cashews, I came with Ben and Andrew
We might just 'cause a scandal,
Find out that we menage our Nicky's handle
Yeah that's my M.O, I'm on fire
Just lit the candle, head in sky
Bitch I'm the shit, you should think so too
G shit, just gimme my money, M. O. Y. money over you!

[Hook]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm bound to paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

It's just me, myself, my money
In the land of the milk and honey
I came with some playboy bunnies
And Hef just said he coming
This shit right here by dollars
To stunt on hoes is my honour
This bitch must be in hell
If the devil wears Prada
Keep it real they don't want nada
Getting cheese like enchiladas
You ain't talking 'bout that money
what the fuck you sayin'
I'm cashing out what the fuck you
playing, playing, playing
You ain't talking 'bout that money
what the fuck you sayin'

[Hook x2]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm about the paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

 

[fox69]

"Million Dollar Dream"
(with A. R. Rahman)
(from "Million Dollar Arm" soundtrack)

"Million Dollar Dream"
(with A. R. Rahman)
(from "Million Dollar Arm" soundtrack)



I give it all for the dream (Ha-Ha)
I give it all for the dream (Champion)
I give it all for the dream (Bring it)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Meeti aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
(Jeetay raho jeetay jeetay jeetay jeetay)
I give it all for the dream

I give it all for the dream
Cause the goal ain't as far as it seems
I got this million dollar arm
Throwing everything I got into this million dollar dream
Into this million dollar dream
Into this, into this million dollar dream
Live and direct fresh out the jet
My bet is y'all ain't seen nothing like this yet
Confident walk, it's success when I step
You'll probably never see this again, don't hold your breath

Jeevani chor
Mohj manaiyeh

I give it all for the dream (Ha-Ha)
I give it all for the dream (Champion)
I give it all for the dream (Bring it)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Meeti aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
(Jeetay raho jeetay jeetay jeetay jeetay)
I give it all for the dream

Spinning bowls good enough to bring the winnings home
Now the top of the mound is what we sitting on
Balling like we supposed to
The level that we sitting in now ain't nobody close to
Everything that mean something is what we came for
I'm going home with it all, that's how the game go
I'm on the way to the top, I know the way to go
We just want the world while it's spinning
That's what we playing for
Nothing new here so what I gotta do here?
I like it, I love it, I just might bring the whole crew here
Stay for two years and get to acting like I grew here
Next thing you know, you look up, I [?]
Everything that mean something is what we came for
I'm going home with it all, that's how the game go
I'm on the way to the top, I know the way to go
We just want the world while it's spinning
That's what we playing for

I give it all for the dream (Ha-Ha)
I give it all for the dream (Champion)
I give it all for the dream (Bring it)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Meeti aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
(Jeetay raho jeetay jeetay jeetay jeetay)
I give it all for the dream

 

[fox69]

"Million Dollar Misfits"
(feat. T.I. & B.o.B)

"Million Dollar Misfits"
(feat. T.I. & B.o.B)



[B.o.B]
Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on
Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on
Tell the world we on, tell the world we on

That’s that’s that I live for [x3]
Who we sent get real
Tell the world we on

[Iggy Azalea]
Life like blissing, eh TIP done made an investment
It’s hustle game till I’m resting
Plus rounding round and I’m flexin
Hundred racks for a show, run it
Broke, I blow hundreds
See you talking ’bout not money
What you talking ’bout? Nothing Nothing
GDOD, get doe or die we do
Powder blue Guiseppes and [?] and Maserati coupes
To all my bitches that’s pretty and got a body too
Tell ‘em throw that dough in the air
And go catch

[Chorus: T.I.]
I said we kitsch bitch million dollar misfits
Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits
We kitsch bitch, million dollar misfits
Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits
Finally on (That’s just’s what I live for)
The world we on
Yeah we finally on (That’s just’s that I live for)
(That’s that’s that I live for )
The world we on (That’s just’s that I live for
Who we sent get real)

[B.o.B]
I said, I said, I said I hop in the coupe
Then I throw up the deuce
I take my city every where I go
In that A hat salute
You see is hustle gang bang bang bang
We too hard to can bang
Ain’t no candidates ridin’ over beat, that murder business campaign
See I roll up the ciggy, burning donuts with Iggy
Anywhere we land on the globe, we the hottest in in yo city
Your woman know when we coming she gon’ pop up any minute
She poppin nails, poppin pillies
Might cop a Porsche, pop a wheelie

[Hook:]

[Iggy Azalea]
Okay shining all I know, and balling all I do
Get the millions when the spring and summer fall I do
Falling through, you saw my crew
We red carpet ready, you say you are as who
Dead fresh like we woke up on the runway
Damn, body bangin like gun play
Red bottoms no high tops no sick rocks
No Hyundai I’m dumb paid
Couldn’t get 3 stacks outta Andre
They ask me what I want, I ask ‘em what you got
Everything private plane multi million dollar yacht
Got that on my hand, mansion
On my way to Cabo, riding suicidal
Get money by the [?]

[Hook:]
Tell the world we on

 

[fox69]

"Mo Bounce"

"Mo Bounce"


Mo bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, mo bounce
Mo bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Bounce, mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce like a motherfuckin' '64, sick flow
Slick talk, spittin' that Crisco
Drop that shit, like a cholo at the dub show
Can you hit the switch and pick it up and let the world know?
Homie if you're broke, oh, no you don't deserve hoes
All these fake boulders only gettin' on my nerves though
I just cracked a 40, now I'm sippin' out the straw slow
Little bit of ratchet, little boujee, you should all know
Everybody got opinions, yeah, like assholes
You ain't gotta worry 'bout those, 'cause they assholes
We just came to party, party, party, what you came for?
M-make the neighborhood bounce to this

When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, yeah bounce it
Puff the lah or get high off the contact
Call the law, we gon' make sure we come back
Fallin' off, we ain't ever been about that
Hundred spokes spinnin' on a chrome rim
I got a feelin' that tonight we gon' be goin' in
I'm with a few bad bitches and some grown men
With the ice so cold, I feel like I'm Snowden
I feel like I'm rollin', but the whole place geeked up
Gettin' hot in here, down to my wife beater
But you ain't gotta worry, we ain't dangerous
We came up
M-make the neighborhood bounce to this

When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

Mo, m-m-mo bounce, blazin' up
Back, bumpin', backyard bumpin', the block get loud
Mo, m-m-m-mo bounce
Backyard, backyard b-bumpin'
Backyard bumpin', the block get loud

When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce

 

[fox69]

"Murda Bizness"
(feat. T.I.)

"Murda Bizness"
(feat. T.I.)



[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super Clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness

I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

[Verse 1:]
Iggy. Do it biggie.
Tell 'em keep sending bottles, I'm a pop 50
These other bitches think they hot?
Not really
She a broke ho, that's how you know she not with me
Keep my heels on high, ride or die
7 60 airline, ride and fly
I'm the God's honest truth
They decide the lie
They just divide they legs, I divide the pie

[Hook:]
Na-na-na-na-now nobody diggin y'all ho's
When Iggy in the spot they be Iggin y'all hoes
I'm cold
Get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang
It's a Murda Bizness

[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super Clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness

I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang we in the Murda Bizness

[Verse 2:]
Peezy. We got 'em queasy
Give these ho's a hard time, make it look easy
I'm the first of my kind, ye ain't seen any?
We gon' eat this bread cause we made plenty
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly
Ye ain't gotta do shit but stay broke and die
While I keep makin' hits with these coca lines
Shit I'm IMAX big, you poster size

[Hook:]
And-nan-na-na-na
They ain't feelin' y'all hoes
If you was on fire, I wouldn't piss on y'all hoes
I'm cold
Get in that thang
Kill bitches dead click clack bang bang
It's a Murda Bizness

[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super Clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness

I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang we in the Murda Bizness

[T.I.:]
Outfit, perfect
Hit the scene, hurt shit
In the 9/11, 9187 merk shit
Holocaust, genocide
Kill "A" ego, any pride
Creamating the hating, it's a murda in the making
I'm taking out shine on top
Buy all bottles from the bar, let's pop champagne
Let them niggas die of thurst, man we about hurt
When the light hit the chain all you see is fire works
Un-mute niggas turned up all the way
Shoot nigga with the swag dock holiday
I'm steady blowin' loud, broke niggas ain't allowed
Click clack bang bang, pow pow
It's a Murda Bizness

[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness

I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang we in the Murda Bizness

[Outro:]
Aye! we in that thang

Everybody dress to kill, bang bang

Yea, we in that thang

Everybody dress to kill, bang bang

It's a Murda Bizness
We in that Murda Bizness

It's the Murda Bizness
We on that Murda Bizness

It's a Murda Bizness
We in that Murda Bizness

It's the Murda Bizness
We on that Murda Bizness