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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 |
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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... |
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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 |
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[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 |
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(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 |
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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): |
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(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] |
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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) |
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[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 |
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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... |
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