(Pastor Troy)
ooh, ooh, ooh
yeah, this for da clones in the ATL,
With them fake a** chains,
For all the flexy a** ni**az comin` outta Atlanta,
Verse 1
iiiii`m comin, 2 50 cal`s in hand,
long goatee`s ni**a da taliban,
i`ll murda man, i`m tryin to murk somethin,
this aint no chuck e cheese,
i`m tryin to hurt somethin`,
These ni**az claimin G`s, claimin` they run the south, please..
How you run this sh** in them butt fu** caprice,
Atleast you outta know bout` my thrown,
the P the T the R the O the Y,
ni**a i`m so fly call me jet,
jump off in the ocean still aint wet,
I flex I mothafu**in ball betta ax em,
catch a ni**a talkin sh**,
motherfu**in blast em,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i`m pumpin gats at whoever in the way,
I got the gunplay, don`t think they understand,
don`t think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man.
Chorus
I don`t think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda man
fu** with the murda man
(well ah haaaa) (x 4)
Verse 2
yaaaaa`ll trippin`,
not everybody crunk,
yall` ni**az gonna make me pop tha trunk,
cause I remember way back in the day, when the ATL was`nt gettin no play,
then I came out, drop, we ready,
ni**az went to bouncin`,
ridin` dem box chevys,
But I guess that was then,
This is now.... when I catch ya a** in the street, the guns plow,
I represent the heart,
I represent the Anger,
I represent the real,
I represent the danger,
I represent the cars,
I represent the dream,
I represent repect,
I`m representin my team,
it`s Pistol PT, aka the Murda Man,
Ya pistol`s in ya car,
My pistol`s in my hand,
and you can ask Jan,
I shot a ni**a ran,
don`t think you understand, i`m the fu**in` Murda Man(haaaa)
Chours(x 4)

Verse 3
Stiiiiiill spinnin`,
empty my magazine,
I jump off in my limozine, and fleet the scene,
This aint the swat team,
this aint` lil scrappy and them,
I love that hard sh**,
and fu** a platinum,
and lil jon`, used to be my homie, used to be my ace,
now I wanna slap tha taste, out yo mouth,
ni**a down south i`m a legend,
when u see me, keep mothafu**in` steppin,
they flexin... so what u got a A(ATL) Hat ni**a?
that don`t mean sh**,
to a southside killa,
What`s up Shay, what`s up toadd,
On that air, shady park,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i`m bustin` shots at whoever in my way,
c**kin` my a.k.,
don`t think they understand.. But I don`t think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa)
Chorus(x 4)
(well ah haaaa)