Ey, I`d like to welcome all you motherf**kers man
To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded
And where chopperz is a must

You caught slippin` crackers goin` find your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking
Ni**a ridin` with `em drums, ni**a for a reason
`Cause down here we in the middle of murking season

Stay on your porch ni**a if you ain`t ready to make a shake
`Cause this the home of the bodies, check the murder rate
Money and ski`s is the only, that`ll be the murder case
So you better kill him if you don`t want him at your court date

If you comin` you better come with `em choppers and don`t fake
`Cause if you bulls**t, you`re the one that`s getting erased
This ni**az murikin` out pussy ni**az in broad day
Where-ever you get caught slippin` at that`s where you lay

And like they say ni**a no face, no case
As long as these goons are lurkin` these streets ain`t safe
The more rounds you shoot ni**a the less aim it takes
It`s murkin` season so you pussies better stay out the way

Murkin` season don`t end, this s**t year round
It ain`t never drop, murkin` season never slow down
It`s impossible to many choppers floating around
These young ni**az they sick with it on that 4 pound

Lil cuzin` 12 and all he talking is murkin` now
Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound
Say she got on her bed and laid back down
From what I heard `em crackers fired 120 rounds

4 motha f**kin` dead bodies laying on the ground
Ni**az bettin` on it now, who goin` get off first?
Running your f**k box better, what how you choose your words

That ni**a sending threats pussy, you got a lot of nerves
Ni**az would leave your motherf**kin` brains on the burb
This ain`t the 80`s dawg, ni**az getting murked
Everywhere you turn you see dead ni**az ono t-shirts
Everytime I pass by the grave yard I see a herse

Not respecting these streets is what got you ni**az f**ked
That oussy ni**a ain`t about it, he just know how to bring tongue
Runnin` your dick, suckin` lips would get you chopped up

I know plenty ni**az like you that done got touched
You talking loud `cause you got a chopper ni**a that ain`t enough
I know 100 ni**az that got choppers but only few would bust
You got the mouth of a killa but you ain`t got the guts

You got the front game down packed but you ain`t got the nuts
You probably got off before but you ain`t wack nothing
This the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
Trying to impress a mothaf**ker would get you ni**a killed
Murking season is official, now this s**t for real