Murda Bizness Lyrics - Singles - Pyro Methane

[Intro: Tye Sosick] 

These niggas want to fuck around and make me load that tooly up on the ass 

Aye pyro man let that shit off one time 

[Verse 1 : Pyro Methane] 

Gold rings, ice cold like a hockey puck 

Purple syrup in my lean, Styrofoam cup 

They say I'm too much, net worth going up 

But a local for a feature got me cracking up 

Domestic nigga but the threads international 

Put your girl on my plate, treat her like a cannibal 

Blowing cantaloupe, zigzag back wood smoke 

Plug my tongue in the speaker,I'm audio dope 

Wanna cross a nigga, hit'em the with pope, pope 

You swisher sweet get rolled like new dope 

I'm Pyro propane like a dragon throat 

I'm a Norfolk nigga, you can get scoped 

Na na na na na you ain't know? 

I been running this shit since Kango 

Pay up front for the money 

Two for the show 

No cover charge when I walk through the door 

[Hook] 

Hit the club 

All my niggas 

Popping bottles, getting bitches 

Super clean, sho get'em 

Hit the scene kill shit 

We in the murder business 

I kill pride, I hurt feelings 

Click-clack, bang bang we in the murder business 

My outfit, merk niggas 

Click clack, bang bang 

We in the murder business 

[Verse 2: Pyro Methane] 

My heavy chain on her head while she give me brain 

We getting money over here stay in your lane 

Your girl wanna come kick it like Lui Lang 

I see you hating over there you gone pop a vein 

She wanna roll with a nigga that self made 

Eating meals out of town, 80 dollar plates 

Solid gold on my neck nigga no plates 

Dividing money in between getting more cake 

Na na na na na you ain't know 

I been running this shit since kango 

Pay up front for the money 

Two for the show 

No cover charge when I walk through the door 

[Hook] 

Hit the club 

With all my niggas 

Popping bottles, getting bitches 

Super clean, sho get'em 

Hit the scene kill shit 

We in the murder business 

I kill pride, I hurt feelings 

Click clack, bang bang we in the murder business 

My outfit, merk niggas 

Click clack, bang bang 

We in the murder business 

[Verse 3: Tye Sosick] 

Young Pippen, I'm balling while they still tipping 

Tye nigga, but I never been tripping 

Nigga fuck your feelings, shout out to forgiven 

Boy I'm unforgiven, broke niggas need fixing 

Check the BS, I'm living in they tell me that I'm sickening 

The pissing cuz I'm putting minutes in 

That's why they steady whispering 

Bickering like Mike Vick in some shit again 

You better beware, I'm snatching shit again 

Excuse my language, I'm just feeling famous 

Back off my hiatus, back to being heinous 

I'm the shit, no anus 

Boy I'm the greatest, check ya PlayStation cases 

Special occasion, who they think they phasing 

I'm aleave'em tasteless, scratch that faceless 

Lion out the cages, I'm a dick no latex 

I'm the problem you ain't faced yet 

You got a bitch well I'm the nigga she ain't taste yet 

[Outro: Tye Sosick] 

Stupid ass niggas, you gone fuck around and make me dump that shit off! 

Naw, I'mma let pyro do that