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[Taken from Martin Luther King Jr's speech]
Though we come to cash this check A check will give us a fund demands A riches of freedom and the security of justice Chorus [C-Murder] Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said [C-Murder] Me and my nigga knew we ride, and vibe And smoke weed, and get high and talk about my niggas that died No Limit Records opened doors for niggas But they rebelled, turned Bendict, Don't make me get up in your shit, bitch And let me tell you something you alredy know Fucking with me, is like fucking with the whole yole' I'm still depressed about my nigga Mac I let him roll with some bitch ass niggas, but I'ma handle that And to much drama for my baby momma Them niggas tapping my phone, they wouldn't safe at home I need a ride or die, stand by my side, from the projects My baby boo be the realest chick I ever met I let that Cash Money shit slide but it's cool But next time I'ma have to act a fool I keep it street, and them real niggas love it Forever TRU til I'm dead, cause I'ma die thuggin', ya heard me? Chorus [C-Murder] Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said [C-Murder] Be runnin' outta clubs, as nigga be rasing flags You only get nine lives I murder that ass It's the world's most dangerous crew, TRU Records My crew stay behind bars, we ghetto superstars Been droppin' bars in studios, and finger fuck pretty hoes And got a pad in every ghetto Niggas wanna be a pimp, that's a lie The tank dumpin' niggas like Kemp, then they die It's on now nigga, I'm ready You see my face up in your dreams like Freddy So bow down, all you motherfuckers leaving my crew Bow down to a TRU nigga greater than you Chorus [C-Murder] Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said [C-Murder] Forever TRU baby, you know what that means? I'm with this shit 'til I'm dead, you dig? No Limit, TRU, forever Do you still love me? |
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Hoody-hoo!
C-Murder, wassup nigga? You know how we doin No Limit D-P-G-C For the R-2-G Yeah, thats right, check this out my nigga What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa Oh shit Verse 1: Snoop Dogg I sees the nigga on the tank with the bank and the cash A house down South, where I plants my stash Gold medallions locked up with hash And the best weed you never had, haha I'm, lookin at mu wody its about that time Master P hooked me up so now I got to get mine These diamonds on my neck let you know I'm fine But man, I'm so anxious like genuine Rap lables, turn tables, it's all a fable So many niggas'll sell their soul for a gold cable I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes Spit at you about these issues, I bless you I'm not here to diss you, the issue is relevent This cold world'll make you kill a nigga Especially one that's 'bout a dollar bill nigga Do you got it? do you want it? Do you need it? Or will you get it? I get it Big Snoop Dogg said it (nigga) I'm here to shead it , get down Right now (what?) TRU motherfuckin records (who?) in in effect with the Dogg Pound (DPG) We're open now And all you niggas from the ghetto lookin' up at me And can't believe I went from nothin' to somethin', believe it G! Picture it, see it, touch it And watch how a real motherfucker does it Chorus:KoKane It's like kill or be killed, in this here concrete jungle For black folks, sometimes no don't love no one But if I die before it's time, let it be known, let it be shown I was true to the game full blow And you know.... Verse 2: Eastsidaz Goldie Loc: Yeah, real niggas don't give a fuck Wassup? keep it crackin', lil Tray Deee Bang back lil' homies, don't let them get your chest seen Watch your homies they waitin for you to slip If I was sellin' in yo' shoes them nigga would have been the trip Ghetto see ridin', rollin' till the sun come up No second thoughts about my killin' I'm the first to duck Blue rag damp ni'a in every one of my pockets Throwin' up high in the sky Known you pissed off Tray Deee: It ain't no fakin of mine It's what I place on the line Paper chase is a crime So ain't takin' no time It's all out till I fall out, full assault I want it all like my dog, fresh socks and growth Bitches jockin' how I ball, shit drops the chrome Blazin' chronic, sippin' tonic, how we live for the three On the street corner, heat, 'cause it's kill or seek he chorus Verse 3: C-Murder I'ma steal this boo, when the cops behind me It's kill or be killed, but them niggas can't find me It's a test everyday, from the South to the West Niggas mad, 'cause my nigga Snoop is labelled the best Guess what? OG, in the game of rap And everytime that i see 'em, I get a nigga dept Whats up, to my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc Quick motherfuckin' niggas, always gon' smoke In the concrete jungle, man you know where it's at It's the place, where you wanna leave, don't wanna be at Believe that, you can check in, but you can't check out Like Rae, everybody doin' their own shit to get paid You might die, but it all, goes along with the job Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive You a bitch! If you snitch on your friends But you a true motherfucker, you don't fuck with the pigs chorus C-Murder talks 'till fade |
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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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Intro:
It's C-Murder, ya heard me? (Master P in here) (Represent that low Mid-East, wodie!) (thugs) From the unwild to the dead (wassup God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!) You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex) Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo! Verse 1: Fat Joe: Yo what the fuck is goin' on black? You ain't never seen no combat These streets here like ?? and we on that Yeah we on that When you see those cats comin' with 100 motherfuckers that'll kill you Better run, and it's the God, Joe Creasy Liftin's so easy Fifth got a clip that'll grip your dome, cheezy, for sheezy Y'all don't wanna see that wodie, I'm from the streets Where the theme is to keep that mother You motherfuckers actin' like you really wanna hold beef Like these bullets I keep can go through your gold teeth Like we ain't those niggas you really wanna be Signin' off, truly yours, C-Murder and Joe C Chorus: C-Murder You want beef wardie? (Niggas don't want no beef) You talkin' to me wardie? (Shoot 'em right through they gold teeth) You wanna see wardie? (Niggas don't wanna see us) I'm from the streets wardie x2 Verse 2: C-Murder: See, I was born into the streets I'm ahead of the game, it's like a bad habit Seems like I'm never gon' change See I'm a hustler, that means I'm never gon' get it I even ride, I mean like I get it See I'm a thug nigga dog, I'm fresh off the block Hold up player, you caught me, with a mouth full of rock Ain't shit changed my nigga Yeah, I'm on MTV, but I'm from the Projects Where ??? You and me, ain't no sunshine when I'm there, I'm there I'm from the streets, my niggas in the hood, they be dyin' Where the key is, won't slow down, lay down I'll have you restin' in pieces Now listen up player, if you really want beef chorus No Limit Yo that's why... |
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Chorus X2:
We gon' die thuggin, cause that's just the life we lead We gon' die thuggin, bustin at our enemies Verse One: Sam Bustin at our foes, for the sake of being riders Till the casket close, thug shit be inside us We try to survive it, cause all we got is the projects On the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wet Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef Though it's most of the reasons lotta niggas six deep With heat, when we ride, we 'posed to roll that way To keep a soul that way, with 44's that spray The key to the city, it come in bricks or them birds Thug niggas, drug dealers making flipping that 3rd Born to my work, deserve what's supposed to be mine If it's what the fuck we need Then D, we 'posed to be ride Try to separate us, but it's survival of a thug While you try to play us, now you gotta watch my slugs Ride wit us, die wit us, follow us to the war We got five on the weed and we blowin inside of the car Chorus: Verse Two: D.I.G. Ya'll niggas better I'mma die for this shit that I need I've been committed too long for me not to succeed I been in greed my whole life And caught up in the weed Hustling with thugs and everyday, go to sleep Keeping the guns cocked Surrounding the block, opening up shop With a bundle of rocks in my socks Niggas wann beef If it come to that dogg, I'm down with it Stank a lick for the fetti Get the cash and clown with it Hennessy and weed when I'm comin' Throw your guns up, let me see If you bitch ass niggas gon make some noise bruh Follow me now cause I'm coming up And ain't that cold I got too many bitches running up And niggas wanted to blast me, police harass me If I slip in the street I really think them niggas'll snatch me Like I'm faking the game But taking the pain letting them niggas know How I'm shaking the game with nothing to explain Chorus: Verse Three: C-Murder We gon die thuggin, we ride or die, stay muggin And bustin, and flooding many bullets in your cousin Survive or not, any block I hit is hot Ask them warlocks shit, them hard-knocks give me props Like them Melphomine boys I got them toys that'll split ya With enough ammo for every nigga that's with ya I hit ya sun up or sundown it don't matter As long as my muthafuckin' pockets get fatter Bitch ass niggas on the edge they bout to fall You wanna brawl, I make a muthafucking call And kill ya'll shit, that's what I said and I meant it That was your last dollar and you spent it, ya heard me You 45 cent ass nigga, I make mills Your bets to chill before you get your shit spilled Lil' daddy I hope you make the right decision I know some that'll have your ass missing Chorus X4 |
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I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free (they got me lock down) Verse 1: My lil' cousin Folley, down in that 'llo I gotta phone call, said them niggas in the store I said "Is you playing or dogg, is you real?" 'Cause you know that somebody is 'bout to get killed I started loading bullets in my chrome revolver Whenever I gotta problem, it's my problem solver Then I call Boo-Boo, and told him to call Tony Told him meet at the spot, just incase them people on me My trigger finger itchy, and I am smoking on that sticky To puffs was enough, to get me feeling tricky I roll up on the spot with forty-five reeds To leave a nigga bleeding, like it's kill a nigga season Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat, some fools got wet Now I ain't break a sweat, but I got their respect And now I am in a cell for the holidays, oh well At least I am alive, shit I could of been in hell Chorus: I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free Verse Two: Hard living out of jail, my people say I'm finished They said I'm bad news, like my big cousin Jimmy My name's in the paper, cause I'm always in messes The po-po's caught me hot with some guns and a vest But I'd rather get caught with it, then without it You run up on No Limit, you better be 'bout it I'll never tuck my tank in, I'm never running I don't care if it's me against a motherfucking hundred I represent the tank, that means I'm a soldier I wear No Limit Gear with MP's and smoke doulja There goes the police sweatin' me again I had some open warrants so the fools took me in Chorus: I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free |
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[C-Murder](Talking)
Say Bass Heavy brah Turn that shit up ya dig De one here, ya muthafuckas ain't bootin up on tha flo' (yeah boot up nigga or shut up) Lookin at that nigga Krazy Listen to it (3rd ward) I wanna see a nigga get hurt of this shit yeah ya dig We makin moves nigga On da block posted up ta get mine [C-Murder] (Chorus 2x) I'm on the block posted up Wit them thangs loaded up Hope them folks don't pull up Cuz if they do then I'm stuck I'ma be in jail wit dat dig look Hair all nappy lookin like a fuckin crook [C-Murder] I'm on da block with them thangs loaded up I mean them toys Fuck them niggas if they fuck with my me or my boys I'ma tru nigga don't care bout nothing boy If ya start frontin I'ma have ta start somethin Fuck the whole world If they don't like If I go to jail my old lady gonna ride me Cuz I'ma thug a a lil' ghetto boy trapped in crime I hope them folks don't put up a take my muthafuckin dimes On the block posted up and I'm down for whatever Have you been ride for yo shit, nigga never Cuz if I gotta gun (what) and he gotta gun Shit I don't give a fuck nigga I ain't gone run It's degree but a pen in my future (in my future) That's why I live how I live Cuz that's all that I'm use ta You don't wanna go to war and that's real Lil' nigga gotta chill cuz he might get killed [Chorus] 2x [???] I'm on the block tryin ta make some change I'm tired of being broke So I'ma get my money right and smoke some weed and coke I couldn't concentrate in school with the problems I had When my brother went to jail is when I took the wrong path That's when I had to step up and be the man ta make it right Eat and sleep all day and hustle, hustle all night If anybody need me well they can catch me be on the block In all black with a glock and a mouth full of rocks Muthafuckin cop straight fillin still totin glocks I'm on the block posted up chillin by the barbershop I told my nigga make the holla if them people pull up So I can get the fuck cuz I ain't tryin to get that dig look [???] I dig up in y'all like Min Yawl Fuck around and get ya head cracked Playing with this tru dawg so back up off me lil' daddy Before ya piss me off Carry max, gauges, choppers, and double barrel sawed-off We ain't come ta have stuff, we came ta bust heads Burn houses to the pavement if we feel we gettin played, now everyday Hobbies is load and bust and knock a nigga leg off If a bitch say somethin, now who be the rawest nigga T-R-U the most dangerous Just load'em up it ain't no thang ta us We maxing up a coming ta get cha Oh fake ass niggas gonna make us split cha On the block with the rocks getting richa, the picture [Chorus] 2x [C-Murder] Hum brah |
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Artist: C-Murder f/ Mystikal
Album: Trapped in Crime Song: What You Bout [M] You motherfucking well right. [C] What's happ'. Motherfucking well right [M] BUCK! BUCK! Here I go boy. 504 still up in this BITCH! [C] Nigga, TRU Records in this bitch ya dig It's a No Limit thang boy. [M] Nigga, if you aint bout that motherfucking drama and all that other crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga [C] Ke'noe [M] Ya heard me Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder) What you bout boy (What you bout boy) Thugged out boy (Thugged out boy) From the South boy (From the South boy) Shut ya mouth boy (Shut ya mouth boy) [Mystikal] Yeah Kept telling a motherfucker they aint gon' feel us, see us, hear us These niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas Ya'll niggas tryna keep up with the man ya'll motherfuckers need to keep up with the time Fuck all that other shit, come up with the beat I'ma come up with the rhyme The dome splitter, natural born zone ripper Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol gripper I told ya ass, you can't say my name with a dick in yo mouth It done happened already, you know I'm coming to fuck up the crowd Any how, got ya hands down might as well have yo pants down Bout this Bout it Bout it, so nigga don't FUCK AROUND The man hot, stand out Got the whole clout, represent the whole South Chorus [C-Murder] What you bout, I'm bout that drama, step to me and let's handle it A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of Louisiana The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm representing TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit Deadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters And I bring them lyrics that'll have them killers fighting like mosquitos Break bread with killers and hang with thugs, nigga went to jail for slangin drugs Now I'm free, just me and the streets aint fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me But if it go down, I'm ready to ride, I aint scared, I'm ready to die Nigga be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry Don't play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy Fucking with No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy |
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[C-Murder]
You know I just got outta jail and everything and I'm trying to change my life for the better You know I got kids to feed but I got a question you know Where do I go from here? Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone [C-Murder] So many rainy days and gun sprays, I'm hearing AK's out my window Close my shades, let me blaze on this indo My situation getting sticky, life is green I mean I'm 19, and my momma is a dope fiend And I think about all the hard times we had No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared A little bastard child, going wild, Another victim of a broken home, my TRU friend was the chrome And if it wasn't for bad, I had no luck at all I represented my hood, I sprayed my name on the wall Fresh outta jail, and I'm here to see the sun rise another year But tell me where do we go from here Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone [Mac] The ghetto is hot, it's dark, and most of all it's a prison Most of my niggas serve life sentences, only the few is risen I made it out the hood but my people still there Some of them dead, strung out, up in they wheelchair I still care from a distance and I know that any day could lead me back to that crimey insistance I tell the kids be persistent, when they follow they dreams Ain't no telling what tommorrow brings Ain't no time to be wasting, you wanna be a doctor or the patient? Hesitation can lead to expiration, only God can predict it, Where do we go from here, snorting powder, drinking beer Smokin' crack, killin' our peers, I shed tears Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone [Silkk] Where do we go from here, after we all gone and where do we go after we ain't got no place to call home Hell I'm just glad to be breathing ?? like I was the projects for a reason Shit, tell my niggas we gotta live, and some gotta give Y'all gotta rise above this shit, and turn negatives into positive Yeah I struggled, but I'ma hustler, and that's self explanatory So if I die trying, the hood can just tell y'all my story Niggas seen killings and drug dealings, imagine we'd dream through it all Old ladies ?? through the window, I guess she done seen it all It's up to you, cause nobody seems to jam with us We struggled to long at the bottom, nowhere else to go but up Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone |
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(feat. Krazy, Master P)
[P talking] "One in a half,two in a half,three in a half, (four quarters)I think I might have a thousand grams(one key)" [Chorus: singing] Hustlin, hustlin Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ohh Hustlin,hustle Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh [Master P] (Where them fiends at,I'll be right there in the hall way ya heard me) Now picture me a street nigga went from weed to guns My cousins a dope dealer now it's coke & funds Now with the money comes bitches & with the feds comes snitches I'm just a lil' nigga tryin' to go from rags to riches Cause in the ghetto niggas like to flip fo' & a half The projects is home but the ghetto's my lab Niggas scream third ward nigga we ready to ride Niggas say fuck No Limit then we ready to die Nigga fo' fives & nines we hold them high Lil' niggas whoop whoop hide them pies Cause if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense An if yo hustle ain't tight nigga you'll end up in the pen Chorus (2X) [Krazy] What if these mothafuckin' project bricks could talk Would they tell what goes on nigga after dark Bullets spark young homies gettin' blasted Sixteen in a muthafuckin' casket the games drastic Live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin' high Mixin' Hennessy & weed bitch it's do or die When we ride to yo area Tell yo family find where they can bury ya My dawgs carry ah AK's & ski masks If you got ki's then yo niggas better hind yo ass We blast like dope fiends roamin' the block No matter how many niggas get popped drugs'll never stop believe dat Chorus (2X) [C-Murder] (check this out playa) Now picture me a TRU nigga thugged out hustlin' hard I hope you niggas understand I could never be soft Cause mentally I'm capable of over comin' the worst I'm havin' flashes picture me in ashes & dirt On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past I lost my brother to a muthafuckin' gun blast I analyze every nigga watch his moves look in his eyes Cause you can never tell Predicted dead or in jail nigga Now tell me what you see Cause life's so hard for a Callio nigga like me ya dig Cause I'm gonna hustle til' I'm gone Hit the highway & play again it's on in the ghetto Chorus (2X) [C-Murder] TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot Whatshappn' own records representin' the millenium (yaheard) For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what's up Ke'noe nigga What's up to all my niggas out there (huh brah) The Young Guns,CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn' Magic, Peaches whatshappn' what's up Krazy nigga Suge what's up chillin' keep it real nigga |
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Artist: C-Murder
Album: Trapped in Crime Title: That Calliope [Chorus] That Calliope, That Calliope That Calliope (Take it outside) That Calliope That Calliope (Take it outside) That Calliope That Calliope (Take it outside) [C-Murder] Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga I'm a Calliope nigga now what nigga I say boot up or shut up or bitch get cha life lit up Yeah ya heard me Where they at, where they at, where they at nigga Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat nigga Ain't no nigga like a Calliope nigga Cuz a Calliope nigga is the shit Ain't no nigga like a no limit nigga Don't start no shit won't be no shit I said bitch get off me, bitch get off me (take it outside) Them hoes, hoes ain't nothin but hoes [Chorus] 3x [C-Murder] I want it you got it Let me get that out cha nigga so drop it I can't stop there ain't no stoppin it That fuckin boy keep fuckin wit my mind again Everybody wanna be a slugged up nigga Everybody wanna be a slugged up nigga Say brah, say brah would you please get up out the way brah I say bitch stop talkin that shit And suck a tru nigga dick I say nigga stop runnin ya mouth Before I turn this muthafucka out [Chorus] 3x [C-Murder] I say bounce for a tru nigga, bounce for a tru nigga Bounce trick bounce, bounce, bounce I say jump for the Calliope, jump for the Calliope Jump nigga, jump, jump, jump Where the uptown posse, where the uptown posse Where they at, where they at, where they at Where my 3rd Ward niggas, where my 3rd Ward niggas Where they at, where they at, where they at, I'm a uptown nigga so fuck ya niggas I'm a Calliope nigga so fuck ya niggas I'm a no limit nigga so fuck ya niggas I'm a T-R-U nigga so fuck ya nigga Chorus till end |
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Don't real niggas die, in god we return, but respect the real though, feel that Chorus: Young Thugs You better watch your back before you get yourself mugged 'Cause niggas 'round here ain't gon' show u no love Them niggas ain't no friend to you All them niggas wanna do is put a end to you (verse 1: C-Murder) Look at the future, look into the eyes of the men that might shoot ya Even your best friend might do ya Why take a chance on a man just because he shake your hand Them same niggas kill for a grand and I don't understand All that friendship shit is played out You better wake up before you be layed out I know u smoke weed with'em and you trust'em like your brother But he ain't your brother Nigga listen to your mother You walk around like you big and bad nigga If you was in jail you might be fag nigga How can I love you, you don't love yourself You play the game raw fool and its bad for your health (chorus) (2x) (verse 2: Hollaway of the GC's) Now whats a friend what a patner How do tell who's an imposter A nigga you see rarely could be diggin down your bitch daily, it scares me My little brothers in that situation Ther's clowns hangin' round because there's paper in this occupation I done warned ya, the same one you tote wit' Sell your little dope wit' Or get your fuckin' throat slit Wanna be a hustler nigga? holla at me, there's rules to the game First of all don't FUCK wit' the lame I used to hit the block, glock cock stone in my matchbox Hollerin' at them hoes Pullin' flights on po-pos But now im Hollaway With the GC's until my diein' day There's freedom on the streets if you cherish it try to stay (chorus) (2x) (verse 3: Popeye) Think about when I stood that may be left when I was foldin' my few Just tryin' to see who lyin' me when I was told that I knew Boldin' my crew between the edge of my future with no return On any hella-heart in the flesh but no concern, burn Rainy nights and waterfalls To walk away on a date my daughter call Y'all tryin' make a way to slaughter y'all Even though we held up rukus before the battle Made it through pistol poppin' unlockin' I saw your shadow standin' next to me wit just a clip Flallin' beside me couldn't resist to flip You held me down but yet we missed a ship Reachin' out abusin' my purpose to guide the night crew Notice that I'm a part of your blood and what I might do (chorus) (4x) |
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[Soulja Slim]
please baby look in my eye look in my eye and let me put my dick in your mouth dick in your mouth girl, please don't you act like your shy like your shy and let me bust a nut in your eye please baby look in my eye look in my eye and let me put my dick in your mouth dick in your mouth girl, please don't you act like your shy like your shy and let me bust a nut in your eye |
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Artist: C-Murder
Album: Trapped in Crime Title: They Want My Money feat. Mac, Mia X (Thug talkin to a Bitch) (Chorus) & [Mac] 2x Bitches want my money They want my time All they gonna get Is a dick up in they mouth Bitches want my money They want my time [she only want the finer things] All they gonna get Is a dick up in they mouth (C-Murder) Now to all y'all gold-diggin' bitches Tryin to fuck a nigga cause a nigga got riches Dollar signs, yeah I see 'em in your eyes Everything up out your mouth is a muthafuckin' lie U's just like a black cat when I see you in my path I get bad luck girl, you know you're down, beg You say you want a Rolex, wan' brake a nigga off Cause when I get the pussy I'ma leave you in the mall You think you're in love but you're in love with my money If I didn't have a dollar, bitch you wouldn't holler So meet me at the 'tele, let me see what you're about Cause all you gon' get is some dick up in your mouth You dig... (Chorus) 2x (Mia X) First of, I can never have your dick in my mouth You need tweezers just to pull the little fucker out C you 'bout stuntin for them niggas when you know you get your sweat on Down to put your face in my pussy, I call you 'tampon' Crab on my style, call me up all day But 5 minutes, so what To watch you pre-ejaculate, you talk the tit's are fake Yet you tryin to act bad Fuck around and get a mouth full of (?) Gimme the face cash, I ain't tryin to spend no time You can kick it with your mama, I just want the dollars Mia X's be makin show you niggas cum correct I want it all from stole' money to the (?) cheques (Chorus) 2x |
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[C-Murder]
***Every soldier need a thug, and every thug need a soldierette. See me, I'm a tru playa ya heard me Chorus: Suga Bear (C-Murder) And I don't wanna kiss and hug you, All I really wanna do is love you Thug girl (You need a thug in your life) I need a thug girl (You need a thug in your life) In a little every now and then No relationships we just friends Thug girl (You need a thug in your life) I need a thug girl (You need a thug in your life) [C-Murder] You said you lookin for a thug to show you love Well, baby boo, whats up with you my name is tru How do you do? I'm fascinated by the way you look Your pretty face make me wanna steal your heart if I was a crook You said you wanna have a little fun But if you're looking for a man I ain't the one I see you didn't run You say you interested in this thug Well, introduce yourself and you can be a phone call away from ghetto love No strings attached, take it slow You say you never met a man like me before Oh you ain't know, forever grow No time for games, too many squirrels in my world Pretending to be a pearl That's why I need a thug girl Hook: 4x I'm a tru playa [Krazy] You know how we do this here baby Erotic sex in ya man's bed you know I'm gone freak ya Sexy you know I love ya but lets keep it a secret Tell ya girls if ya want you know they can't be trusted She wanna sex me anyway so she gone get you busted Somebody snitched now ya man be bootin' me up Word on the street if he catch me he gone shoot me up Tell that fool he better chill, I never touched you girl If he don't I'm gone have to put that chopper in his world I fantasize of you naked girl I just can't shake it If I offered you my heart sweetie would you take it Don't break it, cause that's all I have left with pride Baby we can rule the world with you at my side, now Chorus |
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Artist: C-Murder
Album: Trapped in Crime Title: Street Thugs feat. Magic, New-9 (C-Murder) I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes A million dollars in the safe but it's drug money some niggas died so some of that shit's blood money An no regrets I spend my cheddar wit a smile I'm buckwild like a muthafuckin' juvenile Incarcerate me reabilitate me in the pen An fuck tha world my own momma turned me in These muthafuckas got the whole game fucked up I got them golds & a rag now they bucked up I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes I flipped tha game on em' now the whole block's mine These niggas know my trigga finger ain't nothin' nice Cause I'm droppin' fools so them niggas think twice (Chorus: C-Murder & (Magic) I got them golds & a rag now they bucked up I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes(we muthafuckin ballers) I got them golds & a rag now they bucked up I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes(ballers) (repeat) (New-9) Down for my man Dolla Bill it's bout that time Post bail half step shit I'm bustin' for mine Bustin' rhymes for mine Doin' crimes for mine Get in tha way you'll be layin' in that pond for mine Boy I'm slangin' that nine killa just ask the police, Tha Feds, tha ATF man they all know me I ain't trippin' off no muthafuckin' nigga on the street Marchin' on yo block & we ain't scampin' our feet See I'mma ball til' I fall nigga From tha blocks to tha burbs Rocks tha word same nigga street hustler multitalent I give a damn if you then crossed our path An you think you cand handle it glock busters Chorus(2X) (Magic) I'mma ball nigga You seen me in tha mall hollerin' at them broads nigga Wit my back against the muthafuckin wall nigga Magic in mack mode I'mma fool nigga pimpin' tha tightest hoes Spendin' cash like I'm sittin' on a couple of mills Wit all my bitches in line them hoes payin' my bills They respect this Ain't tryin' to see me pissed Cause I'll send em' to bed without this Magic dick Don't give a fuck about a nigga I figured you niggas don't wanna see this nigga ball ya'll wanna see me fall But I'm the shit nigga Just look at the crowd go wild when I spit nigga An that's the real cause we muthafuckin' ballers Chorus(2X) |
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