Bei Maejor - 9/11 (Murda Biz) lyrics

[Intro: T.I.] In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** 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 sh** retarded sh**, short yellow bus flow A busload of b**hes 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 sh**, b**h I'm on Thick b**hes 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 sh** go and throw the rice [Hook: Iggy Azalea] Hit the club, with bad b**hes, stacking hundreds, bunch of fifty's Super clean, fa'sho get 'em Hit the scene, k** sh**, we in the murda bizness In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** In that 9/11 now 187 murk sh** 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 b**h 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 k** 'em with my gear, my chains an accessory to murder This is untouchable gang, sick and I'm f**ing deranged n***as run tuck in your chain, we nothing the same, you f**ers is lame My girl body picture perfect, I'ma get up in her frame f**ed 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 sh**, steel bars like a cellie Murder, murder, murder ma** motherf**ing murderer Murder bizness making a f**ing k**ing get your murders up You heard of us we murderers, f** your whole team Like Prince pants being an a**hole 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 k**ing sh**, 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 who*e I don't think they ready to compete with these k**ers 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 j**elry 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