One more thing I'll ask you, Lord You may need a murderer Someone to do your dirty work Don't act so innocent I've seen you pound your fist into the earth And I've read your books Seems that you could use another fool Well I'm cruel And I look right through You must have more important things to do So if you need a murderer Someone to do your dirty work

She's a murderer, but who planted the seed? The pastor baptized her But the deed he could not clean The father tried to be a good man And the mother kept her child He cried and begged and wept As she pierced the knife through his heart But who could blame the child To cast the first stone? Oh, now she's a murderer Now she's a murderer She was always looking for a way out not in The church became her prison For her it only held sin She cried, "Daddy, why am I so sad? I've never done nothing wrong" He said, "You got the blood of an evil man But you've got to stay strong" She watched as he cried and begged and wept As she pierced the knife through his heart But who could blame the child To cast the first stone? Oh, now she's a murderer Now she's a murderer She cried, "Daddy, why am I so sad? I've never done nothing wrong" He said, "You got the blood of an evil man But you've got to stay strong, strong, strong, strong" Jesus is my Buddha And Buddha is Muhammad Buddha is my Jesus And nothing will divide us (yeah) He cried and begged and wept As she pierced the knife through his heart But who could blame the child To cast the first stone? To cast the first stone Oh, now she's a murderer Now she's a murderer, oh, ooh, yeah

Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X (Insane) Guns murder niggas at night... (Mystikal) Man, niggas even kill niggas at night (Insane) Cops murder niggas at night... (Mystikal) I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine! (Mystikal) Motherfuckin murderer... shot my fuckin brother But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER! He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back Loadin that gat, here that glock come, (gunshot) Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA! Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE I'm gone do you in I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick And hit the bricks before I do you in Two of your boys spied me comin Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin But not you though, you gots to play the hard role Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do? Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU! Chorus (Mystikal) Pull your shirt down bitch I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin feet They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene? We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH Let you know just who you fuckin' with But I ain't that type of nigga That's liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT! If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause You talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys Gankin niggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS! (Gunfire) YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS! So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH! That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin I'm poppin' the clip in Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM! Chorus (Mystikal) (Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?) FUCK NO! I ain't caught that bitch yet I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em Get up, pack my shit and I'll STOP, and then I'll fuckin find him Yo dumb ass in the street Fuck that shit, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week Monday, a one day when you go play (alot of gunfire), goes the A.K. Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst? Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine Go get the A.K. Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday That's the day that ass fall Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day The day I'm blood thirsty Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY! Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin (door noise) Waitin for my chance to do your ass in I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga Chorus

Whaaa, wassup nigga? This for my niggas in them big trucks This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me? This for my big truck drivers, look nigga blow yo' big truck horn You still could see me in my big truck boy Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout They wishin' I'd would've came out the garage But, I guess that's too bad 'Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad Strobe lights flash, solar baric, boom boom Big feet ten runnin' while they, vroom vroom Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel I can't watch the TV's from the sturrin' wheel Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin' ceilin' Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill Yeah, that's how you do that there Got bling and bass, everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Dark lights with brights, the dark windows With the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right So when you bitches try to act hype I get the gat get the gat 'cause niggas don't fight When you get to Ruben 2, then make a right at the light And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light I played a Jag' 'round rags And now excursion and escalade 'round upscale The Range Rover's don't even get gools 'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up My brother 'Rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck Fresh light don't need no buffin' Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin' 'Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Ain't no slack in my Mack, rollin' slow the windows down They recognize me so you know how they act Cuttin' up, fallin' out, tryin' to flirt and get nasty Raisin' shirt, showin' titties, talkin' 'bout autohgraphs I try my best to keep my fans happy I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin' Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good And after that I'm on my way back to good I knew that I'm on course at all time And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine 2002 and you dodgin' me now Big truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic My black big truck half match my big truck jacket Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone Now this a big truck driver I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm a big truck driver, I'm a big truck driver This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray