[Refrain]

Hit the club, with bad b*tches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa´sho get ´em
Hit the scene, kill sh*t, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk b*tches, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness


[Couplet 1 : Iggy]

Iggy, do it Biggie, tell ´em keep sending bottles, I´mma pop fifty
These other b*tches 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
760Li, ridin´ fly
I´m the God´s honest truth, they decide to lie
They just divide they legs, I divide the pie
And nah, nah, nah, nobody digging ya´ll hoes
When Iggy in the spot, they be iggin´ ya´ll hoes
I´m cold, get in that thang
Kill b*tches dead, click clack bang bang it´s the murda bizness

[Refrain]

Hit the club, with bad b*tches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa´sho get ´em
Hit the scene, kill sh*t, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk b*tches, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness

[Couplet 2 : Iggy]

Peezy, we got them queazy, give these hoes a hard time, make it look easy
I´m the first of my kind, you ain´t seen any
We gonna eat this bread cause we make plenty
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly
You ain´t gotta do a sh*t but stay broke and die
While I keep making hits with these coca lines
Shit, I´m IMAX big, you poster size
And nah, nah, nah, they ain´t feeling y´all hoes
If you was on fire, wouldn´t piss on y´all hoes
I´m cold, get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang it´s the murda bizness

[Refrain]

Hit the club, with bad b*tches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa´sho get ´em
Hit the scene, kill sh*t, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk b*tches, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness

[Couplet 3 : T.I]

Outfit perfect, hit the scene, hurt sh*t
In the 9/11, I 187 murk sh*t
Holocaust, genocide, kill their ego and their pride
Cremating the hating, it´s a murda in the making
I´m taking all shine off top
Buying all bottles from the bar, let´s pop...
Champagne, if them n*ggas die of thirst, man we´ll buy a hearse
When the light hit the chain all you see is fireworks
I mute n*ggas turnt up all the way
Shoot n*gga with the swag, Doc Holliday
I´m steady blowing loud, broke n*ggas ain´t allowed
Click clack bang bang pow pow, it´s the murda bizness