(Pastor Troy)ooh, ooh, oohyeah, this for da clones in the 
ATL,With them fake a** chains,
For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta 
Atlanta,Verse 1iiiii'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.
ChorusI don't think they wanna fu** with the murda man, fu** with the murda manfu** with the murda man(well ah haaaa) (x 4)
Verse 2yaaaaa'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 3Stiiiiiill 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,cockin' 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)