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Put your guns up and show love
To one of the greatest niggas in the game Tupac Shakur This my one time tribute You can tell by the hate in my eyes That I'ma ride 'till the day that I die (When we ride on my enemies) I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride, on my enemies Got some static with some niggas On the other side of town And my big brother Kev' Yo, he's a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin' TRU niggas Cause we cool niggas, now we do niggas And move niggas Am I wrong? Fools makin' songs Tryin' to sound like us Must we go on on that herone In the south I trust 'Till I'm out that bus Then they die when the sun come Tryin' to bite lightnin' of the sky How many cry? Heard the industry was tryin' to finish me Look bitch, I got your drink It ain't no motherfuckin' henisey Then i wastched them playa haters die slow Eliminate all you bitches on my motherfuckin' stage show Glanced at my calacos Time to exterminate my foes I can't stand you hoes Remember this as a bitch slap My lyrics runnin, all you cowards out of gangsta rap When we ride on my enemies Chorus: You can tell by the hate in my eyes That I'm a Soldier 'till the day that I die (When we ride, when we ride on my enemies) I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride on my enemies Come take a journey to the Southside You can play the game, don't explain nigga time to die Now say goodbye Watch my eyes when I squeeze the trigger So right before you die You cry in front a bigger figure Now dry your eyes You was a gangsta when I couldn't get ya But now I'm free You got a hundred motherfuckers with ya(Hey) Pay attension, all you carbon copies You hella slopy And you mad cause the world jock me Ya never knock me How you fake motherfuckers heat it Like you in Hell Dumb niggas barely breathin' cause you see me livin' well (Hell) Now you don't really wanna be involved Cause when I bust You better trust I'm killin' all of ya'll Then ball, and tell the witness Keep they mouth closed Fuck around and get splanked By my motherfuckin' Tank Dogs Before I go make sure everybody heard Yo I meant every motherfuckin' word When we ride on my enemies Chorus: X5 (Overlapping chorus) Rest in peace Tupac Shakur One of the realest, most illest Made motherfuckin' niggas in the game Or the rap industry, nigga Much love Thank you for that gangsta ass music you gave us nigga We gonna ride to that shit all the time Cause, uh, wasn't nobody really fuckin' with ya Cause they knew one thing You was gonna ride on 'em Ride on your motherfuckin' enemies By any means necessary nigga Ya heard me? Retaliation is necessary No Limit, for life For the realest Fuck the illest Peace |
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| 7. |
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| 8. |
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Intro:
Gangsta Gang Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (I'm a gangsta) C-Murder: I'm a muther fucking gangsta nigga I still make moves and smoke weed with thug niggas I love you niggas, my drug dealin' days in the past But I never hesitate to kick a dumb dumb niggas ass I call shots just like I was the last don you heard a TRU Records bitch thats mine My shits hot, not even all the ice in the North Pole Could make my muther fucking rhymes cold And I'm ghetto like a bitch tradin' food stamps for cash, huh I'm about to score another bag And I speak with a muther fucking slur when I talk And I still do that muther fucking gangsta walk Hook: Gangsta Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (do the gangsta walk) Snoop Dogg: You know my apperal, double barrel with the hollow points My young homie in the back seat he swollowin' joints When the po-lice get after, we dippin' on three wheels Cup filled to the rim feather in my brim, headed to a party in the LBC No Limit Soldiers with the DPG When me and my homeboys step into the house all the bitch ass niggas start breakin' out cause you know They know whas up so we started lookin' for the bitches with the big butts Like her but she keep cryin', I got a boyfriend, bitch stop lyin' Punk ass hooker ain't nuthin' but a dyke, suddenly I see some niggas that i dont like Cripped out ripped out flipped out they dipped out soon as they found out who we all a-bizout Gangsta Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (do the gangsta walk) (we some gangstas nigga) (laugh) C-Murder: Sometimes I want me a bitch, sometimes I dont And sometimes I gotta bust a nut, and sometimes I wont Check it, from the crips to the bloods to the niggas sellin' drugs Yet niggas pimp hoes in the muther fucking clubs I'm the 'G' in gangsta The nigga that'll hang ya, the ship that'll sink ya And the bullet that'll bang ya I'm the hour in a clock, I'm the high on the rock I'm the last muther fucker you would ever wanna stop bitch I'm rich, fuck rap, I'll preach then have your bitch ass workin for me I hit ya with a 187, I'll shank ya Cause I'm a muther fucking gangsta nigga Gangsta Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (do the gangsta walk) (we some gangstas nigga) (laugh) x2 Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (walk) Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gangsta (do the gangsta walk) (we some gangstas nigga) (laugh) |
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| 2:47 |
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(little Kevin)
hey cmurder, who you who you hang with? (c-murder) say lil kevin boy, you know i'm still makin moves with thugs (master p) part 2 nigga!! haha all dem thugs get em up out there nigga Verse 1: (c-murder) i leave the house 10 o clock and jump in my lac, call my niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back, and even the one time you was tryin to hack, i still pack a strap and recock my gat, eliminatin all my enemies tryin to blind me, im still makin moves but it's hard to find me, steadily gettin richer pursuin my dreams, i just cashed a check for three million d's, i told yall niggas last year dont play no games, got dem no limit niggas out there callin my name, went from sneakin in stores to dem sell out shows, went from crime to rhyme already did my time, i say you dont wanna go to war wit me, i got hot boy n big swoll wit me, just some more ghetto muthafuckas ridin wit me, cause makin moves wit thugs is a hobby, Chorus: (mo b. dick) all my homies know tha deal, if you thuggin keep it real, dont forget to pack tha steel, incase we got some caps to peel, you know tha deal, this thug's for real, we pack tha steel, got caps to peel Verse 2: (master p) how many niggas wanna ride wit me? throw a party thug girls get wild wit me, its involved wit green nigga bother p, 56 million like tha lottery, from the charlotte hornets to mtv how many patnas do you see when im on tv? and if i get cut im gonna buy tha team, cause i made my money from tha triple beam i lived tha life of a dealer nigga hangin wit killas, i fucked around and come back to slangin keys, but thats alright cause these niggas get paid, young niggas gonna be thugs to the grave. Chorus |
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| 2:50 |
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(feat. New-9 & Wango)
(*computer voice*) T-R-U, No Limit forever The world is ours (Chorus) No Limit nigga, soldier - 4x [C-Murder] I got that tank tatted on my arm, cause I mean that I call myself C-Murder dog, because I seen that So call me a soldier brah, that's what I claim Ain't no TRUer motherfuckers in this motherfucking game It's No Limit, you don't wanna go to war with me I make a call, and my niggas they gone fall with me From Japan to the motherfucking CP3 Like a man I'll have you ducking nigga fucking with me Steady bucking at shows, bitches, G's and hoes Take off your clothes, nobody knows I'm getting blowed and blowed Nigga, I told you when I get older, I'ma get bolder And colder nigga, a motherfucking No Limit Soldier (Chorus - 4x) [New-9] So many haters in the 2G, I'm hanging with my girl She strapped to the chrome, now, and the handle pearl A lot of fakers hating thinking they can take me Then jumped off the porch ain't seen more than a G I be a skinny nigga from Uptown, Parkway to be exact No Limit Soldier thought I told you hit your block with choppas and macs Told you, don't stale exhale, you better ask somebody We got to cop the blow like V-12 Rolling like rovados on Cadillac trucks Having all them bustas inside like the lightning struck T-R-U, out that 1-2-3 you heard Ain't No L-I-M-I to the T bitch (Chorus - 4x) [Wango] Want to swang that tank round dog I'm real with this shit You got a problem I hit em like the lightning hit Look, straight from the top when it drop it's a thundering sound So salute, to my people when they come around I'm straight off the block nigga I'm TRU to this shit If you dishing out a hit, I'ma take the bitch I'ma make your people mad, make em come to coat If you ain't with the rap shit then don't you cope With target cards, them hoes they like it Cause it's W-A-N-G, them niggas don't like me If you step to me, then it's T-R-U If I have to make a call I'ma call that nigga Boo cause I'm a Soldier - 2x (Chorus - 3x) |
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| 2:48 |
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[New-9 talking]
The system got niggas missin', they ain't never comin' home I can't live like this I gotta get from back here I can't get a good lawyer I can't eat right, it's R.I.P. either way Rest In Peace or Rest In Prison [C-Murder] I woked up an strapped on my shoes I'm in a three man cell wit my homeboys Skinew & Boo C-Murder is tha name dat they gave me An 187 what I'm facin' you can't save me An uh nigga I really don't give a fuck No hesitation, if you trip dawg you gettin' stuck Already did three years in tha county, dats how they found I had my 3rd Ward niggas round me Tha Callio nigga what they hittin' for At Rose Tavern, they caught me at tha liquor store My baby boo she couldn't hide tha dope quicker I'm on tha news now, down goes another nigga An murder weapon in my draws I had to pause They took me down town, nigga where's my phone call I'm facin' life for tryna get my swerve on A young nigga I'll never see tha 3rd homes [Chorus: Ms. Peaches + C-Murder] It's kinda hard comin' up in this wicked world as a ghetto boy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)As a ghetto boy Ghetto boy comin' up in these ghetto streets (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)In these ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up & find yaself in penitentairy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)penitentiary [C-Murder] Now I'm hittin' them clubs, 23 years old An still on parole, wit a mouth fulla golds I might whoop some ass tonight These lil' young ass niggas they better get they mind right Lil' daddy move I'm bigger than you I got these brass knuckles but damn dat fool had a twenty two I use to be a young thug way back I tried to brake but too late he bust six caps Wit beaucoup blood on my hand, I couldn't understand How this young thug could shoot me man I useta be tha same way back in tha days, but shit changed Don't fuck wit tha lil' man [Chorus] It's kinda hard comin' up in this wicked world as a ghetto boy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) Ghetto boy comin' up in these ghetto streets (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) What you gonna do when you grow up & find yaself in penitentairy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) (Justa lil' ghetto by) (Justa lil' ghetto boy) (Justa lil' ghetto boy) |
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| 12. |
| 4:05 |
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Intro
Motherfuckers,you see a TRU nigga walk on the streets you step on the side and respect that man TRU niggas never die we recreate to survive Picture me a TRU nigga (real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.) Picture me a TRU nigga (real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.) Picture me a TRU nigga (real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.) Picture me a TRU nigga (real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.) Magic: I been livin my whole life just awaitin this opportunity. To clock G's and makin you motherfuckers see. Criminal minded I? leavin you bitches blinded. You motherfuckers should kneel when my thoughts start unwinding. I joined a force to be reckoned with,and we all TRU. We got political leaders jockin our fuckin crew. Millionaire mothafuckas but still we thug niggas. Catch me flossin in Hilfigers with my TRU niggas. Coatin bitches only fantasized in your biggest dreams. Make em scream like Master P(ungh!)scream for Ice Cream. Got a nigga like Mr. Magic makin six figures. It feels good to be a TRU nigga. Chorus C-Murder: Motherfuckers know I mean business,when I walk in the streets. I keep a picture of my kid,in case a nigga get me. Affiliated with this army,and TRU be my click. Tattoes,all up on me,cause I'll die for this shit. My definition of a TRU nigga.I represent it. Is a soldier ready to ride for No Limit,and win it. And if I lose another tank dogg,he's always in my memory. I put you in a song and you become a part of history. To all my real niggas:don? let the ghetto take you under. If you travel the streets,make moves,in large numbers. A couple guns,some extra clips,don? make you bigger. You need some niggas watchin yo back,you need some TRU niggas. Chorus Magic: You have the right to be paranoid You standing in front of the Southern's finest. Bein broke and livin slow is some bullshit behind us. Million dollar dreams of gettin rich. Smokin my weed and drinking hennesey down by the pitcher. Ain't no slippin because my click is fuckin airtight. So playa hater get yo shit right. I annihilate you niggas I think is gonna bother me. No greater love then bringin myself on my enemies. So lord forgive me for thinking materialistic. But society? full of bullshit. I done sold my soul,so you can label me a paid nigga. It feels good to be a TRU nigga. Chorus outro (Laughing.).Picture me with TRU records A made nigga.Immortal.Us niggas never die.We multiply (Laughing).I?a make all you niggas remember me Y'all niggas feel me? |
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| 4:21 |
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| 16. |
| 3:39 |
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[Master P]
Yo C, that's where your boo stay at? Oh they ballin' like that huh? What they think about you fool? Chorus [Erica Foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say [Erica Foxx] I'm down with you, 'til the end boy when the strugglin', hustlin', thuggin', lovin' So I ain't trippin' on what they sayin' about you, cause I got you, even if your creepin' Chorus [Erica Foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say [C-Murder] It's like one plus one, equals me and you, boo I know you forever TRU by the things you do Not only would you ride, die, and cry for me You'll even take my charge, kiss your baby bye for me Now that's love, that unconditinal kind If we broke up, or you throw up, you might lose your mind You catch me red-handed, with my hands on the goods But you let me slide cause you know I'm straight out the hood You say it's because of all the little things I do If minds only knew the real things we been through But most of all I like the way you be scratching my back and grabbin' my pillows and pulling the sheets, when you're lovin' me Chorus [Erica Foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say [Master P] Now you gonna ride with me wodie when times get hard Now if my luck change, then we both live large Take care of the kids, cause I'll be home in a week and that diamond bezzle you wanted, it's under the tree Six carots, two minks, I'll be bringing with me Them ?? get out cause I'm ready to flee See I like a thug girl that's gonna keep it real And when the cops pull us over, she's gonna hide that steel And my boonapalist post bail when a soldier be down And she even hit a lick, just to keep me 'round My little boo don't even trip when they be wanting her man Cause when she go shopping, is it you and a friend Tattooed my name on her back cause she loved a thug And before we go hustlin', it be kisses and hugs And don't mess with no scrub, cause she love that bud And there ain't no limit to this ghetto love, ya heard me? Chorus [Erica Foxx] Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say |
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Artist: C-Murder f/ Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri
Album: Trapped in Crime Song: How a Thug Like It [C-Murder & Jermaine Dupri talking] C: JD turn it up, ya heard me JD: Yea C: C-Murder JD: Uh huh, Oh, Yea hmmm C: Ha what JD: Uh huh, uh JD: Ah Ha, Ah Ah JD: uh huh, uh huh JD: Uh, Ah Ha, Ah Ha JD: Uh ha, Brat, C-Murder Chorus: [C-Murder] You talk a good one shorty, you make me sweat How a thug nigga like girl? [Da Brat] Nice and wet You makin me hot and horny with what you poppin so far How a tru bitch like it C? [C-Murder] Nice and hard [C-Murder] You kinda fly, you kinda shy Wha'cha eat, wha'cha drive And you like them ghetto boys The ones who make that noise You know I'm thugged out, you know I do this, you know I do that And for a fact, you know I do things that make my pocket fat Cuz I'm tru, I hang with the man, you gave me the game Plus I'm fame, and now ya'll scream my name Call me a jogger, cuz you got me sweatin your style I ran a couple miles and some, see where I'm comin from I like em smooth, with cat eyes, and iced-out, and show 'nough You need the handcuffs, that rough stuff You talk a good one shorty, I mean that Now won't you lay on'r back, Let a thug between that Chorus: 2x [Da Brat] You kinda sexy, you kinda ghetto, with them slugs in your front C-Murder, can you hold me down, give a thug girl what she want Money and nice cars A house with a pool in the backyard Take me shoppin with No Limit, on the credit card ? this shrimp, push a Lambragini ta sick Drink Crystal when it's cold, I wanna mint the stick Go on and do this, and do that When you come home, to Brat You'll never want another girl again, this thug blew th Gimme the loot, so I can cop a new Jag And Brat dat I got it from you, With a 45 caliber too In case a nigga run up on me, I got somethin to shoot Chorus: 2x [Da Brat] We ride together Survive and die together I ain't leaving you never Tougher the leather, make it last forever [C-Murder] That's what I need Brat I hope you mean dat But yet these cat take these keys Let me show you where the cheese at [Da Brat] I can love you innocently Bring home at least 20 g's a week From hustlin in da street [C-Murder] Uh huh And I'ma take dat, then hit dat, then flip dat, then finish wit dat And hit you back, when you can trip cruise on a ship [Da Brat] Now I hold it down for you, you hold it d [C-Murder] Uh huh And I'ma ride for you If you ride for me I would even, die for you Now would you die for me Chorus: 2x [Jermaine talking] 5-0-4 ta the 4-0-4 Ha, you know Yea, huh, out |
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| 4:10 |
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(*gun shots & ambulance*)
[Chorus - 4x] Let me see what you working with, working with Let me see what you twerking with, that's my girl [C-Murder] I don't wanna see your eyes, I just wanna see your ass And I wanna see you make that thang bounce so fast I got fifteen ones, and fifteen fives And I wanna see it clap about fifteen times Sip the crystal, if you want some wine But pass me the moet, I'm bout to make a poet Let it bounce, shake it fast, throw them bows, touch your toes Girl back that thang up, back that thang up I wanna see you twerk something, hurt something That's right, show the world, now that's my girl Bounce left, bounce right, girl you look so tight Aiight, we can kick it like this all night [Chorus - 4x] [C-Murder] I like em tall, I like em short, I like em bright, I like em dark To get love, she got to be sitting on dubs At the club cute face, nice thighs, daddy's eyes And she looking at me funny, I hope it's not my money You a big fine woman I can see your tattoos I should call the police cause you packing one of them tools Girl you giving me the blues, or should I say blue balls And you got more junk in your trunk than a U-Haul Now shake what your mama gave you I'm so glad that your daddy made you Strip clubs is the place that pays you And no I ain't no Captain Save-A Now take it off, take it off And let a TRU playa break you off something freak [Chorus - 4x] [C-Murder] Nobody moves, nobody get's hurt I wanna see the girl with the wet t-shirt She told me to call her when they play this song And she'd give me a dance with the g-string on And she'll let it hang and make it clap and make it clap Oooh, how I like it when she do it like that One, my girl, two, show the world Three, that's my song, four, put your g-strings on [Chorus - 4x] Now shake what your mama gave you You look good and your daddy made you - 2x Now bounce, let it bounce, bounce what Let it bounce, bounce huh, let it bounce Just do the damn thang girl (*ad-libs*) TRU Records, respect us, yeah... |
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| 4:31 |
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Chorus (Porsha & Anita)
I want my freedom, full freedom, full freedom, mmm, hmmm x2 Verse 1 As I look in the mirror I see the picture gettin clearer On the rip of this straightest of the life that I live But uh I see em comin before they approach Just like a stafty slot until you circle with hope I maintaining on your legendary dreams and stack Making million dollar moves with many platinum plaques Negotiate your freedom, you catchin CRP >From the court from blue, come many nights no sleep What's the scenerio of life when you trapped in crime My lil homie still incarcerated for packing a nine Now history repeat itself, there's black on black Check my backround, there's evidence just hide it's back Eliminate all my foes, we run violent thrusts Excuse me for my crime but in God I trust Bossalinie uneffected by the eyes of even Cause I'm military minded and demand my freedom (Chorus) Verse 2 Record labels try to sign for many years infact Want a life time commitment, get you hooked like crack Independant, black owned, you can keep your deal I remain with No Limit cause the tank be real I lose my cousin eight years for the time he spent The penetentary is full of black violent, meant Try to make a change, they can't Cause they cuffs to tight Momma please help us cause my mind ain't right It ain't easy being me with my skin so toned The mother land ain't been the same since they took me from home My mobile phone in the benz, gettin high with my friends Rainy days got us fighting each other, digging our graves A cell block full of pictures, can't wait for parole I need a second change of life cause I'm getting to old And it's cold I can't see, can't sleep at night Like a rebel for my freedom, I'll be prepared to fight (Chorus) |
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