Hello, Time Murder has a message for Thestreets. To accept the message, press 1. To cancel the message, Time Murder 2001, Murder IMC, Motherfucker, Mr. Fink has got beats. Gangsta, Gangsta, Oh, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Murda, Gangsta, Murda, *** y'all niggas talkin about, Uh, Uh, Gangsta, Gangsta, Uh, Yeah, How we doin? Yeah, 2001, 2001 nigga, check this ***, Uh, Now everybody just bounce, bounce, My Park City Hustlers, bouce, On my hood, Slimmies in Prada, Mommies see how we full up in the club, There's nothing but love, Plenty bottles of Skimmy, Twister the Sticky Bud, In this 50-50 love, All across the board dog, Gully, Respect Gully, Never floss for broads, Oh, Get out of my character when she back it up, But after some good performance, I had to get up on it, Ma, I give it how you want it, Make you a new lady, Polka open up crazy, Now all day she two-way me, Typing *** like ooh baby, Everything you do is baby, And models I'm hitting lately, So all you can do is hate me, Stare me down and screw face me, Hype your man up to lace me, Come on, All y'all butter sauce, Sweeter than tasty, My hands grip, Two hammers, Double action, Prime time, Nigga, Miley's the action, Now get your motherfucking hands up, High, Touch the sky, And if you holding weight, Nigga, get it up, Mommies in the club looking right, Oh, you ain't spending the night, Give her the pin number, Mommy, hit me up, With the SkyTel tag, Until I get you a back of the Jag, After we burn it back, I'm up and let's go, Oh, you a baller than ballin' this, My pens, cases, and guns, I ain't mad at you, Baby, hold up, Gangsta, Gangsta, Paper chaser, I love the cake, And petite mommies with the coke bottle shakes, So keep shaking that money maker, Mama, I can't hate you, It's a cold world, old girl, So take advice from a pimp, When I'm spitting this venomous ism, Listen, When the chrome rims glistening, On the laptop, Traffic get backed up, We in this, Cloud of smoke from spinach, Niggas ain't big enough to go some rounds of minutes, I'm heavy weightin', I ain't speaking about pounds of fitness, Used to spit off for sport, But now it's business, When you see me, holler like you know me, I ain't scared, homie, Picked up the mic and put down the Gats, And yo, Now I rap and blow, With a fire acid flow, You know, And dawg, I ain't gotta repeat it, Right in front of your eyes, You see it, The best can't see me, Let's get your motherfuckin' hands up, High, Just the sky, And if you holdin' weight, Nigga, get it up, Mommies in the club lookin' right, Oh, you ain't spittin' tonight, Give her the pen number, Mommy, hit me up, With the SkyTel tag, Until I get you a back of the Jag, After we burn it back, I'm up in the go, Oh, you a baller than ballin' is, My pants, gangsters, and dogs, I ain't mad at you, Everybody just, High, If you sittin' on doves, And that big body rollin' the bud, Then get, High, Uh, Get it crunk, Later, Uh, Now you know it's only right and necessary that I snatch Fetty after spittin' heavy, Bars, Metaphors, God, My *** is belly-twistin', Better believe I'm focused now, Feedin' to the vultures, Murderous poster child, Click, Clap, Bow, The pounds sure to drop, You'll catch me full of that holler, Born on them poppers, But love livin' and love them thugs, Women who will hustle and grind when it's hard times, Player, We came in this game with no gimmicks, You finish the minute you frame your home finish, Make business with no limits, Like Master P, So if you bout that, Skrillin' Manila, Then stack them G's and twist up, Run the vanilla dust, We live it up, No bread, Dick and Big Red, We givin' sluts, I'm just a villain, Willin' to kill for that pot of gold, You gotta know, It's all for the dough, Now get your motherfuckin' hands up, High, Touch the sky, And if you holdin' weight, Nigga, get it up, Mommy's in the club lookin' right, Oh, you ain't spinnin' tonight, Give her the pin number, Mommy, hit me up, Read the SkyTel tag until I get you a back of the Jag, After we burn it back, I'm up in the gun, Oh, you a ballin' and ballin' this, My pimp's gangsters and guns, I ain't mad at you, Play on, Play on, Play on, Yeah, It's a player event, Nigga, All my players, You heard, Hard City, Nigga, Yeah, Unh, Part of the grungy, Cheddar Boy, Mercy, Yeah, It's goin' down, Nigga, 2001, Murder, Murder, Unh, Unh, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, C-Line!