C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006) by C-Murder (보컬) on maniadb.com

My life...

[C-Murder:]
My block my spot, my stop stay hot
My truck stay dropped, my weight stay locked
My city my hoes, my friends my foes
Everybody knows, keep it real or get John Doe'd
My hair stay nappy, stay bush stay twist
My attitude is shitty, my hands stay fist
My house stay searched, my cars stay getting stopped
Haters they hate, they wanna see me in a box
But my bulletproof vests, they protecting my chest
Life ain't nothing but a test, it's a big ol' mess
My money stay getting bigger, even when I'm in jail
My name C lil' daddy, that mean you better chill

[Hook: x2]
My life...my life...my life
My life ain't right, so I'ma fight all night
My life...my life...my life
This be the truest shit I ever said, feel me

[C-Murder:]
My dog my ace, boy wanna take my place
My nigga turned sour, when I went upstate
Use to be my homie, till I caught this case
Now I wanna slap the taste, I can't wait
My stash my connect, my ends my Benz
My God, please forgive me for all my sins
My hood my crew, we do what G's do
Best believe I'ma ride for TRU, that's my crew
Started small time, dope game dope mayn cocaine
This is not a joke mayn, this my flow mayn
This be the truest shit, I ever said
This my life, behind this I might wind up dead

[Hook x2]

[C-Murder:]
My moves stay calculated, my eyes is wide open
I'm scoping while these niggaz hoping, I'm slipping while they scoping
The streets is treacherous, elements is trying to test us
We take pills make it easy, to respect us
Project buildings drug sellers, and bank tellers
I'm getting letters, from all these hunts and golder fellas
My mission is simple, my music shine even when I'm gone
My life my debt, my last breath every day along

[Hook:]
My life...my life...my life
My life ain't the same, it shows
My life...my life...my life
They got me knocking on heaven's do's
My life...my life...my life
This be, the truest shit I ever said
My life...my life...my life
A nigga might wind up dead

[talking:]
My life my struggle, my pain
I make moves, the way I make moves
Choose (it's real), street shit
No love, (no love at all)
Huh 2005, stay alive don't die how we ride

Cut that mike up for me Bass

Let's do this thang boy, Deadly Sounds right back at ya

Can't stop none of this ? playa

Check this out

Chorus 2x:
They don't want this chorus
All they want is Murder
They Don't Feel My Pain
But they gone feel my presence
Radio Scratch: (They've done, they've done
had a lot of hard times)
And I've been stressin since a adolescent

Verse 1:
Now I aint never robbed rallys
But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's
We love to smoke
As I recall I heard you mention my name
What you love to see me stressin?
This aint part of the game
You must be high
Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head
You hear me
I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me
Ya feel me
400 years of pain and now this
It's like them cock roaches got you trained, just like a Bitch
You see they smile in yo face
Now what they after
And now they wanna take my place
Them Back Stabba's
Blucka Blucka, (Huh)I'mma Get You Sucka
We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka
And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James
Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain
It's simple mathematics
When you go ballistic
Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district
It ain't like Mr. Rodgers
I learned the game, but it wasn't from the Dodgers
Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question
Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin'
Cause food was missin'
And my tattoos tell a story
I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory
I know he see me, I'm runnin but I aint movin'
It's like a dream cause all they want is Murder...
That's what it seem


Chorus 2x


Come meet me in the projecets
Cause it's a set-up
And the only way to stop, (is what) watch him get wet up
Aint no since in you fakin' with me
I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me
Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave
I'm puttin fresh flowers on my empty grave (Damn)
Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one
Shit they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
It's confusing I'm losing pieces to a broken puzzle
Russion Ruolette to my head it's down bubble muzzle
I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me
I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me
The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison
Gettin letters and pictures, I know they people miss em'
Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus
Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection
Who do I believe in really, I put my faith in GOD
I was dealt some Bad Cards, He's fightin' in school yards (What)
And fightin' at night behind bars
The Devil hit me wit a Murder Charge, All they want is Murder Boy...

Sittin' here in the belly of the beast, C-Murder
Trapped in crime behind bars, TRU
I'm locked up, ain't no love
They won?t let me out, think they testin' me
Check this out

Incarcerated, eliminated, I sure hated it
It's hard labor for life that?s what the judge stated
D.A. trippin', he shady, I think he wanna kill me
Talk to my cell every time I'm mad, I know he feel me

Yeah baby, I moved on, you can keep the pictures
That's my girl, she left me, she ain't keep it real wit me
Now I'm stressin', I need a victim so I can hit him
And 30 days in the hole is cold, but watch me ride wit him

I'm steady tryin' to find the motive, why do what I do?
The freedom ain't gettin' no closer no matter how far I go
My car is stolen, no registration
The cops patrollin' and that had ?em stopped me

And I get locked up
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Locked up
They won't let me out, oh
They won't let me out
(They got me botched up)

Locked up
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Locked up
They won't let me out, no
(Caught up, I?m locked up but they can't stop us)
They won't let me out

Some more visits and ripe chickens across the border
What's your number? I'm hurtin', let me get a money boarder
I owe my lawyer some change, now he might drop the case
Now if my player don't shake it, I might hop the gate

Starin' at these walls I'm fallin', he set my court date back
Payback when I shake back and cop a Maybach
I'm eatin' beans and lustin' on King?s magazines
It seems I'm home free but it was just dream, damn

I get locked up
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Locked up
They won't let me out, oh
They won't let me out
(They got me botched up)

Locked up
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Locked up
They won't let me out, no
(Caught up, I'm locked up but they can't stop us)
They won't let me out

Visitation no longer comes by
Seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is gettin' empty
Cellmates eatin' food without me

Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life
(Move on with my life)
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead I get locked up

I'm spreadin' my gangs ?cause I'm straight done in like a gang banger
Don't play no games and mess around and shank with the hanger
That's how I'm comin' and I do my dirt and stick and move
Tears tattooed, a head busta walkin' in these shoes

Snitches workin' with the warden, eyes open and scopin'
And these humps I'm smokin', got my lungs chokin'
I'm the big dog on the blocks, I got 2-for-1's
And 21 with a L, I'm hopeless, son, I'm locked up

They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Locked up
They won't let me out, oh
They won't let me out
(They got me botched up)

I?m locked up
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Locked up
They won't let me out, no
(Caught up, I?m locked up but they can't stop us)
They won't let me out

Will you pay me a visit?
They won't let me out
Send me some magazines
(I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Send me some money orders
They won't let me out, oh
Pay me a visit, baby
They won't let me out
(They got me botched up)

?Cause I?m locked up
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)
Where's my lawyer?
They won't let me out
(I?m locked up)

Locked up
They won't let me out, no
(Caught up, locked up but they can't stop us)
Get me out of here
They won't let me out

Locked up
They won't let me out
They won't let me out

I'm locked up
They won't let me out, no
(Where's my, I?m locked up)
They won't let me out
I'm locked up

[talking:]
Y'all bitches better get off me, y'all feel me what's up
You see me what's up, everything around here
Do you see anything, you thought wasn't there
Look what's up baby, you know I'ma ride for you

[C-Murder:]
I seen you in the projects one day, with a bad attitude
Acting all rude, I thought it was cute
See I don't like a pushover broad, I'm living foul
I need a sweet thing, that's bout getting wild now
When I finally snatched you up, my stacks was on the decline
Nigga you hit a lick, and it was our time to shine
I had you go in the club, intice this thug
And show him some love, and slip some'ing in his mug
You did that like a G, brought that nigga to me
He brought us his stash, now I fill a double bag with cash
Smash a few weeks passed, first class
I'm hitting that ass, stack mail and duck the task

[Hook:]
She's a hustler's wife, she thugging
A hustler's wife, got it going on
She's a hustler's wife, call it thug love
She's a hustler's wife, married to a hustler

[C-Murder:]
Now five bricks a day, so I guess I'm that nigga
Bought you a hair shop, all them hoes jock
Rock for rock, ounce for ounce
For and a halves, look at him I made him laugh
You my dog and I got your back, straight up dime piece
Just like me, you hate the police
When you got with me, you married a mob boo
Ain't no leaving one way, and that one way out true
It comes with the job, let's take a ride grab the pearl I brought you
This world is yours, just do what I taught you
Bulletproof on the Benz, that I gave you right
Ain't no slipping, when you living as a hustler's wife

[Hook]

[C-Murder:]
They kicked in the do', waving the fo'-fo'
It's a jack move, got me and my girl on the flo'
But they mashed up, they ain't gon merk us
Most likely they gon stick and move, in the service
Ransacked the place, put the heat in my face
I want ay'thang nigga, including the safe
Man I'm this close to making a move, raising up
And break, make a move for the tool shh
Somebody set me up, must of been one of my homes
The camera wasn't on, or the burglar alarm
Mami don't cry, it's gon be alright
This the shit that happens, as a hustler's wife

[Hook]

[talking:]
(why y'all acting like this, what you thought
You mad, cause we blowing it up
You following us, I'm down with my nigga to the end
And we gon keep, doing it big real big
We mean that don't touch me don't put your hands on me
Don't-don't touch me at all, so what's up huh)
This chick ride or die tattooed up, with my name ay'thang
Soldierette, whatever you wanna call it
A lil' gangsta bitch, she's a hustler's wife
She married to a hustler right, she's a hustler-hustler
When I'm locked up she there for me, she care for me
You heard me, she keep it real with me
She deal with me, chill with me down to blow it up
And blow with me, fire roller too whodi

(C-Murder Talking)
Tru Records
Chopper City
C-Murder B.G. bout to do this thing yall heard us(this for real)
Straight gutter you know(New Orleans)

(C-Murder Chorus1)
Now all yall done heard of me pussy
Now Im C-Murder I done done things yall aint never heard of and imma fool boy they call me a folleyoung im willin to die for mine im willin to die for mine

(B.G. Chorus)
Now all yall done heard of me
Im B Gizzle I done things yall bitch niggas scared of
Ive smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases done it all I aint talkin I dont stunt at all

(C-Murder Verse)
You dont wanna mess with that glock boy(glock boy)
catch me with that glock you get popped boy(and dropped boy)
On the spot money bustin out my socks boy(socks boy)
Its hot and now these cops on ma jock boy
I break bread with them base heads
I show some lovin till they slip then I trip son
Its bigger than drugs they wanna label me a killer so dont push me life is hard im tryin to fill my own graveyard 3rd ward
A menace to society like imma threat
Ballin acts yall really see that imma wreck
Ask money, wayne and rich about me its really unreal I was choked son when slim got killed you know how I feel
It was a shame the reaper K, who should I blame my playas told me to be cool you know imma fool
messin with you gorillas will get yo head bust(yo head bust)
Me and my homies we bout that paper its money we after straight money makers
the cutt boys could never be no fakers
I spit that gangsta rap forget that hip hop I bump them gangsta ass beats that make yo head bop
Now make that iron cocked and then that show stop cause its murder murder murder murder the 1 8 7 cause I dont give a shh shh
But they dont hear me though

(C-murder Chorus 2)
Now all yall done heard of me
Now Im C-Murder I done done things yall aint never heard of and I done sold rocks, rob blocks merked clowns and done time imma fool boy im willin to die for mine


(B.G. Chorus)
Now all yall done heard of me
Im B Gizzle and I done things yall bitch niggas scared of
Ive smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases done it all I aint talkin I dont stunt at all

(B.G. Verse)
If you dont know me ask somebody you know and I bet they know that this that lil nigga quick to draw down and split ya and cut ya throat
this the nigga quick to handle his buisness and quick to creep
this the nigga that aint bout poppin no playa squashin no beef
this the nigga keep a 40 up on and with an extension
this the nigga quick to steal from ya even when you payin attention
Imma uptown gangsta VL don when I die bury me with yo bows and a tshirt on im a fool like that I be walkin through the hood with all my jewlery on bitch niggas wonderin how I do it
Im as real as I could and it gets no realer I got killas like janeal just waitin for me to send em
I was raised with gorillas and gangstas, killas and thugs, street hustlas that will touch you up
these choppa city niggas are true to the game
you hear C or BG you gotta know them names

(C-Murder Chorus 1)

(B.G. Chorus)

(C-Murder Chorus 2)

(B.G Chorus)

(C-Murder)
Now show me where you at

(BG)
Throw yo hands up, throw yo hands up for C-Murder callio throw yo hands up

(C-Murder)
Now stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me

(BG)
Throw yo hands up, throw yo hands up for C-Murder callio throw yo hands up

(C-Murder)
Now stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me
Now slide like ya know VL CP street of tha nolia stunt for me, jump for me

X5 on the track
TRU

Intro: Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake UP
Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost(Yeah)
Huh,(Yeah) They spookin'(Yeah)
It's cool, Fuck the day dog(Yeah)

Chorus 2x:
You betta watch me
Cause I'm doin' bad
Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at
Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad
I'll make ya lean back


Verse 1(C-Murder):

See my pockets on E-fall
I'm really tweekin'
I can't be sittin' up here hurtin' all weekend
I keep on fallin' off, at the worse times
And if I slip, it aint my fault I'm gone reverse mine
My pain, I'm gone merge mines
Cause I'm sick wit it
Now where them balla's at
I'm lookin' for the big ticket
10 minutes from losin' it
1 day from lock up
The way I'm livin' sooner or lata I'm gone be boxed up
Nobody trustin' me
They know I'm commin'
I hit the block and I swear
I see them cowards runnin'
Puttin' they stash up
Even out they windows
Now why they trippin'
I"m the exact opposite of 5-0
It's called Survival of the Fittest
I can't help it, cause I'm wit
And you ain't wit
I come to get it, Yeah I did it
I did that
I can't take that back
So beat yo feet black
Oh, y'all gone remember me
Cause me ain't no joke
Me do what me does
Cause ain't no being broke
I was raised in this
I ain't ask for this
I tried changin' my life
And now it's back to this
Somebody pray for me
The Lord is testin' me
But them people they gone
Have problems arrestin' me
Now my lungs hurtin'
Need that black vest
Man, I feel like Jackin' one of these Rappers

(Chorus 2x)


Verse 2 (Fiend):

We'll score a team with the Fellon's
Wher y'all did the Misdameanors
Niggas my age was pushin' Beamers (Pushin' Beamers)
Niggas that sprayed was usin' Nina's (Usin' Nina's)
A-K's and S-K, ya chest cave
Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water
Bullet on fire, wreck some money still daughters
Kill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma(Momma)
This routine, you pussies start ya new thing
I'm from the city where everythang crooked
When the right kind of money, make the judge overlook it
And I'm skrewed up
I ain't talkin' Swisha House
For I learned to tie my shoes up
I was burnin' dudes up
My ward verse yo ward, Put them 22's up
These 26's make ya, Put them 22's up
This mac 9, it mean I ain't givin' you(Fuck That)
But bullets in that shiney new truck
What ya know about fightin for 5 days
Hangin' niggas upside down
Commin' at ya sideways(Sideways)
A crooked H is goin' 67/5
And I add them 3 quarters
For the ride plus I'm high


(Chorus 2x)


Verse 3(Popeye):

(feat. Capone, Montez)

[C-Murder:]
Wahhhhhh! (Told my niggaz you was lookin' for me)
It's your boy C, from the CP3
Forever true 'til I'm dead (Do ya still love me?)
Lookin for it, Check this out, ya know

[Chorus: C-Murder]
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for me, well there they go
It was once upon a time in the projects show
We bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo

[C-Murder:]
Felonious capers (Riders), Straight money makers
We jaggers, we bag 'em like the Green Bay Packers
24-7, all night, like 7-11
And when I die I don't know if I'll ever see heaven
Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners
And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners
I'm on the block now, throw 'em up for your dog
I was born in the 3rd Ward, ruthless and hard
And cut through, like the CT committee
I ain't tryin to bounce, I'm tryin to flip a ounce and ball in my city
So player, get your shine on, get your shine on
All day long playboy, get your grind on
Now will you come to die tonight?
But it's my life or your life and I'm a fool with that knife
Straight from the cell blocks, behind the cell bars
It ain't easy being me - I'm a cutboy
Capone and 'Tez, that's my niggaz ya dig
We be thuggin, we be wildin, in these villas ya dig
Cause we the realest ya dig, ain't no half steppin here
I'm caught up now, but next year is my year
2002 - C-Murder died, your leader came alive
2005 - he saved, now I'm back from the grave
Wildin out in the cellblocks is the project lil wodie
And I ain't bothering nobody less you owe me

[Chorus x2]

[Montez:]
I heard that you was lookin for me, well here I go
Posted up on the block with a block of that snow
Chillin wit Carnell off in the Nol
Run up and you'll get smoked, just to let you know that Montez ain't a ho
I'm from Atlanta where them haters get handled
We'll dismantle the handle, with gliss that curves to the front like bandanas
But for them small problems I keep revolvers
.38 snug nose, my problem solver
Knock a nigga, hit up off him
And toss him off in the ditch like the bitch that he is
If his partners try to find me, well they get the same shit
Cause I'm a motherfuckin fool with my hand on my tool
I knock a nigga out his shoes, that's how I pay my dues
And if you choose to oppose my crew
We'll bruise, your whole lil crew screamin out T-R-U
Cause we don't give a motherfuck, nigga
C told me that you lookin for me, here I go, wasup nigga?

[Chorus x2]
[Capone: background]
There they go
QB
Yo listen man, QB, CP3
Tru game baby

[Capone:]
Yeah, I, I, I, I, I
I heard that they was lookin for me (Know I keep guns)
With hoods in the kitchen cookin for me (Teach you to spend one)
I got the call from the murder man (Wodie whats happ'nin?)
I got the drop, I could murder fam (It's nothin' to clap em)
Just give me the word, I'll send him a bird
To put 10 in him and finish him, it's business ya heard
See we flossin on another level, bossin on another level
Rose gold chain, rainbow rocks is the color bezel
Wodie, if they lookin I ain't hard to find
I stick out like a sore thumb with all this shine
I gotta killa mentaility with a ballers grind
I'll get you clipped long distance with a cordless nine
Send a kite to the Callio and every crack server
Who lettin that automatic blow, we freeing C-Murder - bitch!
(Spoken)
Yeah, this how we gon' do it baby
Boss recognize boss baby

[Chorus x2]

Intro:
Bob ya head to this
Bob yo head to that


Hook:
They say I'm crazy
But they can't faze me
Them chicks be lovin' me
Cause I be thuggin' see
I'm just a Cut Boy
I hang in the Cut Boy
I test em' up Boy
Cause I don't give a fuck Boy

Hook 2 (2x):
Now,Back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Back the fuck up
Now nigga what

Verse 2:

I ain't trippin'
Naw, nigga never
Any kind of weather
Wind or whatever
I'm way too clever
Status too lifted
Talented and gifted
You tossed it, I pitch it
A hog in the dog
Ball, fall and ball
I touch all of y'all
Duck off in the fog
Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy
Fortune Teller said it look bad
She was a Gypsy
Mean like Feind
A gangsta, Nawha mean?
Underground, tell I'm Under the ground
XL:(Keep The MainStream)
Pistol packin', Totin', Smokin'
Cuttin', Throatin', Soldier
I told ya, back up Rova, It's over

Hook2 (2x):

They say I'm crazy(Uh Huh)
But they can't faze me(Fa Sho)
Them chicks be lovin' me(Keep it real)
Cause I be thuggin' see(Wile Out)
I'm just a Cut Boy(What ya do)
I hang in the Cut Boy(Them what)
I test em' up Boy(Yeah)
Cause I don't give a fuck Boy

Hook 2x


Verse 2:

Watch me
Flippa, Flippa
Treat em' like a doubie
Rollit and spin it fast
Just like a Oozie
Ain't gone let it Blues me
Let nothin' get to me
Come back hard and star in my own Movie
If ya think ya know me Man
You don't know me
I done seen it all, And done it all
Ain't nothin' you can show me
I roll with high rollers
And Purser Snatcha's
Cut Boys, homie that still cause throwbacka's
B.G. skeeza's that count cheese and hold Keys
Screamin' C, Please let me see ya enemies
I keep it real like Murda Dog and Black Dog
I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all


(Hook)


Verse 3:

Ridin' down the wrong way
Down a one way on a Sunday
With a A.K., with the Bass Hay(Hey!)
Wildin' Out, Wildin' Out boy
With a pocket full of stones
I'm in the zone
Do the Gangsta Walk(O.K)
Do the Gangsta Bounce(Alright)
Now show ya Gold's boy
Mean Mug that fool
Now show ya Gold's boy

(ooks 1 and 2)

XL:

Once again, you have been listening to
An XL and C-Murder collaboration
Ya Know
I told him, if he get me the vocals
I could hook him up, ya heard me
Holla, Holla...(Fade Out)

[talking:]
XL, C-Murder

[Hook:]
Started small time, started small time
Started small time, (look at me) I'm a baller
Started small time, started small time
Look at me (look at me now), I'm a baller

[C-Murder:]
I wet who you want, with it
You with who I want with it, wet it and won't regret it
Roll the dice keep it craps, 7-11's
And that's a-and that's a, 211
I progress, only saving what's mine
And I believe he lying, he not here he out of town
In the ground, somewhere stanking
Thinking, that's how it is from the city be thinking
You know, thugging all day long
Everything we do, is wrong

[Hook x2]

[C-Murder:]
Now all y'all, heard of me
My name C-Murder, (where you be hanging at) Derbany
I'ma be thugging, till the bone
I'm telling I'm certain, my ski mask and come up in your home
Trick or treat, and Halloween is my day dog
We be tripping we don't play, we pull a K off
We be busting in the sky, and up in bodies too
And one thang fa sho, that I keep this true

[Hook x2]

[C-Murder:]
You don't really like me living, when I do what I do
Because I keep's it true, stay blue boy
I'm from the gutter, like cheap butter
I rip and get wetter, no better
And I be listening to the radio, thinking like it's due
Be stunting in, what it do
Talking bout, they got beef with me
They don't know what beef is, until they try to come and get with me
Watch me hit em wet em up, and leave em stinking
In the ground like death boy, (hey C chill this for thr radio)

[Hook]

[C-Murder:]
Where are my enemies, I can't see em
Where are my enemies, they better duck
Where are my enemies, they better run-run-run
Bust-bust back, bust-bust-bust back
Bust-bust-bust back
That's how we do it, when we do it on my block
Where you at (jump), where you at (jump)
Where you at (jump), come here
(come here) come here (come here) come here
(come here) come here (come here), keep it real

Cut ya speaka's up

Come check out that gutta music

Rough, Rugged, Raw Uncut

Where you at Los? (It's Murda)

Chorus 2x

Mama how you figure
I'm a nigga destined for pain
Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)


Verse 1:

Up early in the mornin'
Runnin' out the crack house
The Grimm Reaper, tried to blow my back out
(You feel me)
Is there a Heaven for a Thug with Thug ways
I'm searchin' for some better days
Pappa was a Rollin' Stone, Pappa wasn't home
Me, moms and the kids stuck at home
I said fuck that, I'mma get paid
I'mma get me a ticket to the streets
And work my way to a Key
Cause I'ma HUSTLA, JACK OF THE JACKA'S
Make moves with Thugs
Make moves where niggas show me love
I'm from NEW ORLEANS, where we be ballin'
Listen to the lyrics boy
THE STREETS BE CALLIN'
Some on the set tryin' to set me up and wet me up
But these days I be's like I don't give a fuck
We can all get buck, that's my mentallity
I'll bring you back to reality (Hey)
Keep it on the low-low
Pass me the dow-dow
Disrespect boy, that's a no-no
I see through you
You use to be TRU to
TRU to you but never TRU to TRU
Keep it real, guard yo grill
I do em' like Mike Vick
I'm on some Bout It, Bout It shit
I got a rowdy, rowdy clique
I'm stuck in the game, deep in the game
Fuck Fame, I Aint Never Gone Change.


Chorus 2x

Mama how you figure
I'm a nigga destined for pain
Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)

My future's gettin' dem
My chances gettin' slim
I'm steady rappin'
And they (steady attackin')
Will I forever be behind bars, Lookin' out the window
I'm thikin' bout my kinfolk
I'm in the Courthouse, Starin' at the D.A.
Lookin' for some leadway, lookin' for a free day
But the color of my skin, realy did me in
But I'm still proud
To be the black man standin' in the croud
I REPRESENT THAT,whom never resent that
You could put a needle in my arm
And life still goes on
I be's a TRU nigga, til' I'm dead
Even with the police and they money on my head
I be duckin' from the FED's
They be trippin' on my lady
Takin' pictures of my bed and the way I lay my head
Did you heard what I said?!
The game ain't the same no more
Nigga's done changed
Ya best friend a bust ya brains
Or they'll take a stand
To lessin' they charge boy
If that's ya fall partner
You gone fall partner
It's coo Playboy, I Feel Ya Pain
I'm still in chains
And I STILL DIDN'T CHANGE
But they don't here me though....


Chorus

Mama how you figure
I'm a nigga destined for pain
Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)

Ms. Peaches

Somebody tell me why, why they wanna take my place
Cause he ain't never, never gonnna chaaannge...