[Chorus]
Too much noise in my ears to think
and not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
I'm goin' in the pussy and I hope I don't stank
I'm suffocatin in you baby, I'm startin to sank
[Krazy]
I need some hennessey with my weed so I can get high
man feel this shit I'm sayin to you nigga, this ain't no lie
to much motherfuckin noise in my ears to write a verse,
now give me the weed to hit so I can break this curse
this world got me stressed out, that's why I'm always in the bottle,
I hit the hen, that shit ain't worth my motherfuckin problem
haters hate to see a nigga come up
so if see my enemy, I'm gonna through my gun up
these hoes need to understand dick ain't bout' no game,
that's why I only fuck with bitches who got a man
cause pussy bad for you, have a nigga dying in lust
can't get enough of them guts, that's why they fucked up and out of luck
(Chorus)
[Master P]
Seee, soldiers is some niggas you don't wanna try
run up on the tank, and get touched, then we ride
I got blood on my hands and I loved to get my dick wet
and I think about the pussy, now blood only coats that
bitches think I'm nasty cause' I love to get my dick sucked,
two gaurds to the head,before I fuckin rip them guts up
now look at that beem on your shirt, it's probably red,
and you know I get off, just to know that you dead
I got problems on my mind and I probably can't solve 'em
but you know how I get em' off, wit 38's that revolve
never bite the hand that feeds me, now that's game to the rollers,
and I know ya'll niggas mad, cause Snoop Dogg is a soldier
(Chorus)
[C-Murder]
I'm feelin kind of good my nigga, and smokin ounces of weed,
and plus I'm drinking, and got two bad bitches with me
is it the pussy that I'm gettin that's got my feelin so high,
don't ask me why, gettin' blounted is my number one job
is it the ice on my motherfuckin wrist?
that's got these dog ass hoes acting like bitches
or mabye its the 50 g's I spend up on my teeth,
or the fact that no other nigga can rap like me
It's too much noise in my ears to think
and not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
I'm goin' in the pussy and I hope I don't stank
I'm suffocatin in you baby, I'm startin to sank
It's too much noise in my ears to think
and not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
I'm goin' in the pussy and I hope I don't stank
[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 you 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
* originally appeared on "No Limit Top Dogg"
Man fuck them niggas, ha ha
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas
[C-Murder]
Bitch I'm down with No Limit, I'll ride for the cause
I'm the nigga on the tank with the big fuckin balls
And if anybody fuck with Snoop Doggy Dogg
I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin time nigga, any fuckin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you fuck with me it's a must you die
Them niggas might goin run but them niggas can't hide
It's like shootin yourself, it's a - suicide
KLC rock the beat, hittin hard like burt
Niggas in the Nolia know him as Big Hurt
Just like Soulja Slim he'll put you in the dirt
And have your picture on front of a t-shirt
And when I make moves I got a hundred niggas with me
Just incase a nigga out there tryin 'a get me
All my niggas is down to squeeze the trigger
That's why I'm down for my motherfuckin niggas
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas
[Magic]
What you aint heard boi I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Do a drive by with my forty five cause I'm down with these niggas
Snoop Dogg and Bossalinie
Don't shoot now nigga just call me when you need me
Believe me, I never bite the hand that feed me
Just point them niggas out and I'll leave em all on the street bleeding
Bitch you fuckin with a grown man
How I be done waxed you in your house
and then buried you on your own land
See the cops is scared to come and get me
But I don't blame em cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me
Lookin for trouble, starting shit
I'm ridin solo and I'm bustin and gettin rid of your dick
See your boys ain't bout beefing
When you fuckin with niggas that'll definately get you internal sleep
But if you didn't get the fuckin picture
(*Gunshots*) Bitch I'm down for my niggas
C-Murder
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas
[Snoop Dogg]
What niggas, them niggas, yeah dawg, you with it
Fuck em, let's get em, do em, I did em
We gettin nutty in this motherfucker (nutty in this motherfucker)
I got my buddy in this motherfucker
leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker
We in the cutty motherfucker
You done done too much, you got it comin motherfucker
Some of these niggas is "Bitches 2"
And some of these niggas look just like you
Well, where I'm from we like to ride on pros
Do it from the shoulders or do it from the toes
I do my dirt all by my lonely (all by my lonely)
C-Murder and Magic, hell yeah them my motherfuckin homies
So when shit get thick and foggy
And niggas wanna act like they wanna get with Snoop Doggy
Lemme let you niggas know (what's up)
Shit, fuck what you goin through and fuck what you stand for
[C-Murder]
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
[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
[C-Murder]
I be damned if I do, and damned if I don't
Hail Mary, please help me, cause I know my foes won't
rest -- until they see me surrounded by grief
wear a wrief, and my grave reading rest in peace
How can the whole world hate me and turn they back?
Cause I'ma TRU motherfucker, any nigga know that
I stand my ground, ain't trippin' on what turf you claim
I put my faith in God's hands, it's a white man's land
Straight from the wounds of my momma's belly
to the streets, to the pen, I wish somebody'd tell me
Cause I'm lost like a needle in the hay
Before I lay, I pray, and steady searchin' for a better day
And I'm guilty for the crime of telling the truth
And my conviction is the blame for whatever you do
And backpains from the world on my shoulder blades
But I be damned if they send me to an early grave
Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)]
[C-Murder]
I be damned if they murder me
Until I die, I'll be high when they bury me
I never lie, I'm worry free until I rest my soul
I resurrect for revenge with my eyes closed
I be damned if they murder me
Until I die, I'll be high when they bury me
I never lie, I'm worry free until I rest my soul
I resurrect for revenge with my eyes closed
[Ms. Peaches in background]
Searchin' for my soul, but I can't seem to find it
I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why, am I
Searchin' for my soul, but I can't seem to find it
I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why
[Mac]
Illegal business enters the streets, God is my witness
I made a million niggas hit list, yet I'm alive
To live and breathe, my life is a hole in four
The mysteries of old are now told
You reap what your soul, and I seen alot of guns unload
Sometimes over gold, many over control
But in the eyes of thier own kind, niggas are bold
But in the hands of their enemy, fears unfold
It's a cold world, only if your brain is froze
So we murder our bros, over money and clothes
And where I'm from, these niggas carry mad 44's
But be in bitch mode, at any site of any popo's
If you a soldier, then nigga play this game with soul
Look get your mind right, and leave that bullshit to commodes
Peep the words of God, with baggy clothes and fros
Everything insist for a purpo', book closed
[C-Murder]
I be damned if they murder me
Until I die, I'll be high when they bury me
I never lie, I'm worry free until I rest my soul
I resurrect for revenge with my eyes closed
I be damned if they murder me
Until I die, I'll be high when they bury me
I never lie, I'm worry free until I rest my soul
I resurrect for revenge with my eyes closed
[Ms. Peaches in background]
Searchin' for my soul, but I can't seem to find it
I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why
Searchin' for my soul, but I can't seem to find it
I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why
[Magic]
They call us lost souls,
but done so much wrong, done made so many niggas fold
And fucked over so many hoes, screaming fuck my foes
And I knew I was wrong
But I been having a violent temper since the day I was born
But it's that same determantion,
that's got me up in the eyes of the whole nation
I just hoping that they what I'm facin'
For the drama that I caused in my past
Living crazy, know I was heading nowhere fast
My whole family pointed the finger thinking I couldn't succeed
Cause I'm thuggin' on the corner man, smoking my weed
Sellin' my llelo cause I had no other way, for making my pay
Keepin' a decent fucking place for me to stay
But still I'ma hustler,
my every word is like bustin' at you motherfuckers
And I won't stopped til I'm heard by the whole planet
I keep it real, cause you fake niggas can't stand it
hook
Where I'm from, only strong niggas live where I'm from
Where I'm from, only hard niggas live where I'm from
Where I'm from, only real niggas live where I'm from
Where I'm from, only strong niggas live where I'm from
(C-Murder)
I live cross' the street from a killer
Round' the corner from a murderer
Next door to a nigga, that never even heard of a free day
Cause he did fed time about 9
A cold-blooded killer, still dressing like them old times
Their goes some gangstas on the corner slanging crack
If you want the powder, you gots to go around the back
If you don't want trouble, then stay up in your home
In the middle of my block, is where you find the heroine
And the one who kill the most, get the most respect
Its like the motherfucking law, when you living in the projects
Cause money brings problems, and dope brings killing
And where I'm from, every young nigga willing
To do what they gotta do, on my block
Thats why the best job in the hood is slanging rocks
hook
(Mr. Serv-On)
Now where I'm from, niggas cock the 50. caliber chrome
You ain't real, catch a policy with Mr. Serv-On
You slip on your work, you might lose your wig
In the gumbo, where nigga murder innocent kids
25 the legendary status, cause your surviving
Game soaked in your blood from the g's and thugs
Now slide me the Cong', I get that red in my eyes
I'm so high, I don't give a fuck if I live or I die
Now where I'm from
(Prime Suspects)
Now where you at on the streets, still hollerin' bout' keep it real
But where I'm from the fakest nigga 'll still split your grill
Its cold bro, every man for theyself
Soldiers and warriors throwin' up they ward signs
Represent don't give a fuck, and where I'm from
N.O.P.D jacking and stacking g's, make me wanna join the force
I heard they serving up ki's,
Now when lose a ghetto hero like my nigga Sluggy G
We bustin' up they second line before we let em' rest in peace
Where I'm from, thats how it is, broken enemies packing them tears
With my niggas, with them wine, cause we getting it how we live
3rd Ward, Parkway, Calliope, ya dig
hook
(Prime Suspects)
Nigga give me gliss, the realest, flip the script like a gymnast
Bullet-proof nigga and street chemist
Bitch I'm in this to win this
And Mortal Kombat you get finished
Where I'm from, every nigga over 12 got a gun
Get done with, if you running with that dumb shit
Get your wig split
Give me the money, you keep the bitches so up it, fuck it
Cause where I'm from the fucking drugs and thugs
Run together like them motherfucking Crips and Bloods
Slugs be busting, nigga fuck fussing and cussin'
And doing a lil' time ain't bout' nothing
Guilty til' proven innocent, for putting bustas in gurders
If you havn't heard, where I'm from the po-po's never see murder
Nigga
(C-Murder)
I live the life of a killer
One time can't catch me, hennessey and weed
I live amongst a dying breed
Me and you put in the ghetto to make ends
We duck and run from the bullets of our jealous friends
Prime Suspects feel my pain
Its the killer in me, cause I'm true to the game
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’m 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’t let the ghetto take you under.
If you travel the streets,make moves,in large numbers.
A couple guns,some extra clips,don’t 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’s 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’ma make all you niggas remember me
this goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers)
At ease, solute, C-MURDER all the motherfuckin' riders out there
representin' its motherfuckin' no limit up
bout it bout it rowdy rowdy
Slodiers, Soldiers, Soldiers, Soldiers
huh nigga what I'm a soldier (we soldiers)
huh nigga what we soldiers (we soldiers)
huh nigga what we soldiers (we soldiers)
I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
All I wanna be is a soldier (I'm a soldier)
I'm a motherfuckin' No Limit Soldier
[C-Murder]
I'm a No Limit Soldier 'til I'm dead you can't worry me
I represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
TRU on my back initiated in blood
bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
you could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
and you could I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
forever TRU i'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
if I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
scream No Limit cuz I'm in it I represent it
I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
luteinent of a label full of soldiers nigga
huh nigga what we soldiers
huh nigga what we soldiers
[Master P]
nigga nigga nigga mercenary killers street hustlers and dealers
nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, luteinents
we packin' G's niggas stackin' Ki's niggas M-16 .45 AK's niggas
follow me dumpin' niggas study humpin' I ain't Donald Trump
but I keep the ghetto niggas and bitches jumpin'
huh nigga what we soldiers
huh nigga what we soldiers
[Silkk the Shocker]
let's get ready to fuckin' rumble
I'm a No Limit soldier nigga that's who
tank around my neck represent respect nigga
bout it full of fuckin' tattoos
am I ??? its the drugs and bud nigga clique for the common soldier
drug dealers real niggas and thugs
cuz I'm bitch I'm a soldier fool I thought I told ya
ammunition fully loaded camoflauged Range Rover
against all odds Tru niggas don't fall nigga we ball
nigga army fatigue nigga weed up in my draws
you don't wanna take no poor wreck in my hand holdin' your bag
about ??? throw up your soldier rag
nigga when the tank come through put some depth
in you motherfuckin' step
fuck the rep I'm a soldier toldja that's 211
[Fiend]
Womp womp, nigga this Fiend I'm a surviving soldier
you could tell by my breed or my feed cuz if I bleed
its a color fatigues see my greed keep me hungry
I'm a No Limit spar wanna get it on
when your gone blows have the tank up on your lawn
was born to bust out niggas protectin' my people
ain't no sequel blastin' and rappin' and my fool and I'm lethal
they gone understand how to keep us so planned
and how the fuck we stay on billboards more than the marbolo man
we soldiers
huh nigga what we soldiers
huh nigga what we soldiers
[Mac]
and to them fake soldiers below the street lights
we watch them die holdin' their riches and they bitches
diggin' up ditches for the snitches in this ghetto
will it happen makin' some white rappin' checkin' out my toes
tell my hoes I never rest 'til they murder my foes
when a cop done shot when a cop done dug and I watched
them bullets snatch me lookin' at my camoflauge
makin' sure they didn't blast me
when I die bury me in my camoflauge cuz I'll be down with
my thug motherfuckers other niggas ride 'til its over
we gone live and breath soldiers
[Mia X]
I'm still on more times tryin' pay the bills with ryhmes
criminal thoughts makes my nine in the picture much clearer
its the biggest diva mama cat off the top
open shot on your block and drop the shit your system's got
what no limit soldiers kickin' up dust in your face
rowdy rowdy when we march in the place we face
none nigga don't you ever come fucked up
tryin' stun off flex you get more hoes than a hair net
Miss X be the one Tru soldiers call mama
drama regulator lyrical lady alligator
fade ya motherfuckers now whatcha whatcha want do
bitch we comin' through bout to run over you we Tru
huh nigga what we soldiers
huh nigga what we soldiers
[Big Ed]
steel toed boots camoflauged down with the soldier strut
???? get out the way niggas duck nigga what
guerilla warfare should of had your ass about there
with this impact display rip through backs and still we get some where
oh yea nigga what you gone do step to the tank
have niggas fight on who gone shoot you
Big Ed is a captain atain hut sloute carry on as you were
gettin' rowdy with the tank dawg troops
[Kane & Abel]
when the tank roll up its like ten bombs blown up
my military comrads don't give a single solitary fuck
pull the gat off the shelf niggas gone shit on they shelf
my warriors want more war mentality drug dealin'
fatality fuck your feelings use my gun for proficent killings
P gave the order Kane & Abel is willin'
spittin' ammunition leavin' loved ones missin'
come out this week we pistol whippin' makin' sure you listen
WE SOLIDERS
huh nigga what we soldiers
huh nigga what we soldiers
[Mystikal]
UH OH!!
I'm a buffalo soldier smokin' doja
.45 caliber armered pistol when I load I could stop a bull dozer
March there with my army I get marched over
Before you disrepect me you better serve a hundred octobers in Angola
(Hoo) Who as you were bitch stay still lay low
you better fuckin' knock a hole in your A-O
I'm marchin' with my AK one two three
ya'll niggas wanna be like us but it ain't gone be
[C-Murder]
Yeah, check this shit out. This is for all my real tank dogs
My No Limit soldiers out there buying my shit
Ya know, this is for you, you hear me?
Show me love
When you see me on the TV, show me love
On the video
I got a tank around my chest representing my home
I'm asking all the haters to leave me alone
And uh, much love to the calliope
I'm at the Soul Train awards representing my court
I did a show up in Texas with facing the boys
South park, fifth ward, nigga bringing the noise
Front row, nigga tatooed with TRU on his arm
That's props, that's why I put it in this song
Went to Cleveland for a three day tour
At the party at the tele couldn't take no more
My autograph sessions at the main event
Thanking all my friends for the money they spent
At the radio they loving my beats
Ninety-three while we be mean green streats
And my success goes to the man above
But uh, I'd like to thank my fans for showing me love
Show me love
All my niggas on the southside
Show me love
All my niggas on the northside
Show me love
All my niggas on the eastside
Show me love
All my niggas on the westside
[Mac]
When I was underground everybody down
Everybody show me love, cause I share common ground
With those niggas that was broke they laughed and joked
Them niggas was broke too but I'm a rapper so they think I'm not supposed to
But they still on my team cause I got fame
And everywhere I go people be yappin my name
Yeah I know Mac, we go back, me and that nigga tight
As a matter of fact he slept at my house the other night
It's cool I let alot of shit go cause I'm ambitious
When I'm fed up, nigga, I'm vicious
Hard to stay focused around these motherfucking locusts
And not to mention all the cochroaches
Crab ass niggas hate to see you lead a barrel
Signed me a contract and got me a Camaro
And now they acting like I did them wrong by progressing
I'm guessing that they wanted me to stay up in sections with little pocket
money
To get a nigga who was going my way
Y'all niggas dont know, I got so much shit I won't say
I'm damn near breaking in tears as I'm speaking these words
This same motherfucker from the third, show me love nigga
Ya heard me, to all my niggas on the southside
Show me love
Ya heard me, all my niggas on the northside
Show me love
Show a nigga some love nigga
On the eastside
Show me love
And all my niggas on the westside
[Mr. Serv-On]
It's four in the morning, mamma got tears in her face
Love from my tombstone try to relocate
But in my tank lord I got faith
Five hundred dollars or so for my block
Lord knows I couldn't stop
That's a long way from bad credit cards and selling rocks
For the love I've got and in return I'm putting it down
Chi town, on my gd's, on six and thirty hos
And my vl's on the westside
I ride with jack time ballers
Drink alazay (?) and hennessee with Jakeville shot callers
I'm gettin love from niggas on Breakstreet
And Watts, and Cappanella park and LA
The thirties in the Bay, brown love for my esses
That's a long damn way from the parkway
So when I'm home, see a nigga drop a nigga from above
(Cmon, cmon) Show me love
To all my niggas on the westside
To all my niggas on the eastside
To all my niggas on the northside
To all my niggas on the southside
To all my bangers on the westside
To all my bangers on the eastside
Alot of people don't realize
how us young black businessmen down here in No Limit doing it
But they do understand we making alot of money
[C-Murder]
I got it made plus I get paid and paid
You wanted No Limit so I brought the brigade
I'm true to the game so I'm draped in tats
The most valuable player because of my stats
all the Platinum sales because I'm so gifted
ya I used to slang I even shop lifted
When I went to jail and went upstate
I beat a charge cause my paper was straight
I wanted a truck so I bought me a Nav
an I wanted some pussy so I paid for the ass
I got it made so they call me a made nigga
If rap was dope I guess I'd be a drug dealer
I got the feds all over my dealy
You infiltrate my click, really
Mothafuckers must like to see theyselves get played
Cause TRU niggaz gettin' paid
[Chorus x6]
We trying to get paid
[Silkk The Shocker]
Now I came thru the door, I said it before
Last year I'm worth a little something, this year I'm worth more
I gots to get paid, I gots to have it made
Nigga street smarts, my game stay sharp just like a blade
see I'm a be worth something an see if I don't get killed
I'm trying to be the first nigga out the projects worth more than a mil
I smash something think about the future so I stash something
Don't think the money will change me I'm still down to click-click and blast something
See I gots to get cash but I guess it be in time
now see you gotta get yours I gotta get mine
And when I get something for niggaz its the most popular kind
And when I buy something that's for me nigga its top of the line
Now nigga on the real I gots to fulfill my own dreams
Fuck going to the game and trying to own my own team
Nigga believe I scheme shit to dream shit the paper
Chasin' tryin' to make mils on the real so stop hating
chorus: X2
This is here for the g's and mack's
Real niggas ride burbans and lac's
You see this shit here for the g's and mack's
Ain't trippin on a bitch cause a bitch get smacked
(C-Murder)
Now when i come to a club nigga I got to be clean
All the real ganstas know what I mean
A man ain't shit if his gear ain't tight
I mack a ho and sip on hen all night
You go respect me bitch for the title I hold
My pinky ring,50 g's pink diamonds ya know
Real g's roll with thugs that a make you bleed
You got a problem talk to the niggas I feed
I'll mack ya momma if the pussy was cool
G strings up the ass she be actin a fool
Tattoo of a teardrop under my eye,
I walk with a limp cause i got shot in the thigh
But that pussy ass nigga ain't here no mo'
I got a repataion for eliminating a ho'
I erase niggas fool,so they don't come back
Game reconize game with the G's and Mack's
chorus x2
(Silkk the Shocker)
Now game reconize game I'm all about making some cheese!
I ? in them ho's face I shake them ho's like keys!
Nigga pussy come last I'm usually about clockin some dough!
She say she got a old man,that ain't never stop me before!
You can tell nigga,we some G's and Mack's because G's and Mack's
Usually ride D's and Lac's
And if I get dollar bills you thank i'll have cheese to stack
And if I give a trick something usually I'll ease it back
Now you see it don't stop nigga on these switches I hit
Off the top,niggas go jock,watch how many bitches i get
MISTER Paperchaser, Mr. Egg head splitter
Mr. ride everythang from New York to the motherfucking Bay nigga
If the tank on it,or my name on it,go get it the second that it drops
? bought a Lexus fresh up off the lot
I got's to get it,by any means,I need the mother fucking presdients
Nigga P, my wintness, I make my bussiness, I gotta repre-fuckin-sent
Nigga 3 tone gators, when it's time to jump ?
Make them ho's go crazy, wanna have my baby,
Tattoo my name on they chest and they thighs,
So ease back,if you ain't asking me, and freeze back,
And pass the weed back to G's and Mack's
chorus x3
(Souljah Slim)
All G's stack g's, that need to be made,it's called surival
Watch ya ass,duck and fade,keep a infra-red dot,all glocks stay cocked
Anybody run up gettin shot,we got proper cards to pop,I'm independent
So I'm on a independent label,I might do some with my people
Probaly get a skyscraper
stay out my bussiness anyway,about ? pistol play
So motherfuck you and mother fuck what a nigga say,I live this way
because I Don't give a lovely fuck!
One time i macked on this ho in KLC truck,
I just come home from jail niggas got me livin swell
signed a contract with No Limit now that nigga Slim got mail
now who would you tell that nigga fake
He classified,mack on bitches and get riches murdered out till I die
That's my jacket,better check it
a lot of niggas got left wetted
Fucking around with Souljah Slim,
Niggas respect it!!
Go head big baby
Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown
and C mothafuckin' Murder
Know what
I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies
Shit's getting real
[Soulja Slim]
Its the glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him
But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection
You better ask some fucking body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them
and I keep it cocked at all times come look at him
I'm inviting you to danger
You best to be a banger
One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I' ve been raised
blues an shit I trained myself for combatbust back as I react
On every attack so niggaz keep your mouths closed
And eyes open
My trigger finger itching to be stroking
Praying and hoping
One of you niggaz build ya'll nuts up to come try me
Last nigga done it bloody body
Him couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job well done
Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun
I'm on the run
[Chorus x2]
I'm on the run, so all you bitch niggaz leave me alone
I'm on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome
[C-Murder]
It ain't no limit to the mothafucking bitches we fuck
My tank niggaz bout to make the world blow up
We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love
Its been 2 years since I possessed some drugs
Nigga hard times is a thing of the past
Give me 2 keys and I'm gone give you back cash
I'm a hustle til I'm dead, ball til I fall
I won't rest til they put my name on the wall
TRU niggaz gone ride, playa haters gone die
Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive
With bulletproof Hummers and multiple pistols
With solid gold tanks and multiple missles
I'ma bust until I can't bust no more
The Magnolia, Girttown with the Calliope
I'ma No Limit Soldier they be some soidier too
I represent them killers cause they in my crew
[Chorus x2]
[Da Hound]
I just hit the streets with my beer
Them niggaz know what time it is
Clear up the streets bitches put away your kids
Shit I'm going out like a gangsta did
Mothafuckers gotta get it how ya live
Shit were you niggas was were you niggaz here
Take a short vacation and niggaz struck fear
Fuck I'm bout to break it down to the nitty gritty
Nigga act shitty I'ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty
Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig
Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit
I gotta leave 'em how I left 'em down and out
Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson
I took my pistol I struck it to the ground
I want something go buck about a 100 fucking rounds
Plus I want the poi and fucking furl
I'm a broke off that 11500 fuck that girl
Shit give me the wig watch me spilt it dig
Too many niggaz ain't pretty but this nigga is
I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do
Den we tap dem lights mothafucka hey you
Catch the ground up the shit I'ma pistol whip
I be around fuck don't let me catch a nigga slip
Hey C-Murder who you hang with?
Say little Kevin boy you know I only make moves with thugs
nigga nigga nigga what
make moves with thugs, nigga nigga what
I make moves with thugs, ghetto niggas feel me
[C-Murder]
I wake up in the morning and grab my gat
re-cock my shit before I grab my hat
then I page my niggas Fiend and Mac
cuz we be strapped like the men in black
and uhh one time don't bother me
already payed my dues for a robbery
just cashed a check for 200 G's
left them hoes alone to pursue my dreams
I told them haters don't play no games
got a bunch of bout it mother fuckers screamin' my name
left the life of crime for the life of ryhme
with every move I make its bulletproofs with nines
you don't wanna go to war with me
I got Big Man and Baz with me
just some more thug niggas ridin' with me
cuz makin' moves with thugs is a high
makin' moves with thugs
(Chorus)(2X)
You know the deal (nigga soliders and thugs)
this thugs for real (makin' moves with thugs)
we packin' steel (i'm makin' moves with thugs)
in cabs we peel (makin' moves with thugs)
[Master P]
how many niggas wanna ride with me
how many thug niggas and bitches wanna get high with me
don't cry for me, just ride for me, 187, 211 is a robbery
I hang with killers and dealers thug niggas and bangers
see 3rd world niggas keep one in the chamber
don't play no games boo cuz this shit be real
I roll with young niggas that be hard to kill
I gave Kate Wang gold, bobby and jimmy
Big V, big token nigga watchin' they enemies
throw up they soldier rag if you bout it bout it
cuz us thug (3rd world) niggas livin' be rowdy rowdy
hennessy and weed when we smokin' and jokin'
I mean nigga nigga when we token its open
nigga we gone ball take a fall nigga
cuz me and C-Murder biggest thug of 'em all nigga
(Chorus)(4X)
You know the deal (nigga soliders and thugs)
this thugs for real (makin' moves with thugs)
we packin' steel (i'm makin' moves with thugs)
fuck
sometimes I just wish I could sleep it off
cause i dream about things that I know that i can't have
thing i know will never happen
like a safe enviroment money happiness sucess
niggas want static than he going to get it
i came up with blood money that means
i'm wicked I roll with nothing but ninos
so they call me a baller i wiped a niggaz ass
because I'm not a talker
took a flight to kali came back with some birds
ten g's for a key from a nigga called dirt
I like to hear my mack eleven empty out a clip
shot a fool up in the club and then i changed my outfit
maintain and uphold my statis as a g
niggaz kiss my ass because i got alot of money
plain and simple niggaz leave huh when i don't feel'em
because they know when they fuck up then i'm going to kill'em
understand i was rasied where the young niggaz roam
if you wanted something nigga you had to get up on your own
all these want to be motherfucken
ass hustlers better wake up and stop killing on another
cause
chorus 2x
I wish that life was a dream
cause some times i wake up
and just want to scream
i live amounst the cut throats and the killers
(gun shots in the distance, heavy breathing, reloading a clip)
[C-Murder;Duck an Run Foo, You Better Duck an Run Nigga, Duck an Run Foo,You
better Duck an Run Nigga]
[C-murder]
You better duck an run when you hear the tank comin' through,in a show or at a
sto' near you. When you hear No Limit Soldier or Bout It Bout It my tank dawgs
bout to get this muthafucka rowdy, them hoes bounce that ass in the front
line, an my thugs be throwin up gang signs an all they talk about is break 'em
off somethin' rolled an start fightin' 'til the muthafuckin' place close.Po-
Po's mad I'm smokin' weed on stage crowds gettin' smashed by da barracades.Red
an Blue be muggin' on both side 3-Ward niggas talkin' bout take it out side.An
them muthafuckin' GD's they got them Uzi's an they be bang like them niggas in
the movies,huh, you can come to my show for fun nigga,but be prepared to Duck
& Run nigga....
Fiend;duck an run (better duck an run nigga),duck an run (you better duck an
run nigga),duck an run (said duck an run nigga),duck an run (duck an run, duck
an run)
[C-Murder]
You can put me in the muthafuckin' Rap Hall of Fame cuz I got ever ghetto
nigga callin' my name.Fuck main-stream foo', I keep it real,my record sales
keep me paid jus' like bill.He jump street day now I gottah come an get cha,
lay it down an everybody das wit cha. I make money off the muthafuckin'
public, double-platinum...an lovin' every minute of it. I celebrate wit
crystyle an alizae, an doin' almost every other day. 40 G's a whop, it don't
stop. I'm off the streets now, I aint gottah sell rocks. But the game aint
changed, the ghetto's in my veins, you could tell...by my muthafuckin' name,
I'm used to bangin' foo' fa fun, I'm chill but still make you Duck & Run
nigga...
Fiend;duck an run (you better duck an run nigga), duck an run (duck an run
boy), duck an run (you better duck an run boy),duck an run,duck an run...duck
an run (you better duck an run nigga),duck an run (you better duck an run
[Master P]
Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
Cuz u know whut?
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and I'm a real nigga
Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga
Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine
Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)
Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp bitch
and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)
[chorus x4]
I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But I Gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
feature this
I done told yah
we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see
bitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
Cuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm daily like Freddy
You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much choice in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twicee
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
[C-Murder]
How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at life,
at their dreams? not many, huh
Started off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for druggin' and muggin'
poppa please ain't no fuckin' way for me
throw base for years don't mean you're free
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I feel
this shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got killed
for me to realize the game is wicked
shit can't even trust the niggas that I used to hang with
huh, but I remember what my brother told me
I know a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it to the grave with me
if you shoot first bitch you better make sure you hit me
cuz I'm known for choppin' keys on my mom's table
I split a hundred G's with my niggas Kane and Abel
fast money fast bitches is what I live for
until I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra
they thought I was dead but I'm still in it
I'm back to life back on top ain't no limit
(Chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
there's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
[Master P]
Tattoo hennessy and weed
grew up in the project with killers and G's
the Last Don is known for slangin' and bangin'
thug niggas 3rd ward Cali know where we hangin'
ghetto's soliders mercenary we rhyme
this game is life or death and its your soul or mine
we don't play no games boy just tryin' get paid
hope I get rich before they dig my grave
so many penetentary chances feds and demons
so many homies in the ghetto with their soul in strim
thank god we trust ain't no man gone harm me
my best friend be my lady cuz these fools are fonies
take heed I been beyond and back
I live my life through the lord, my homey, the greed and the back
I said: (Ughhhhhhh)
(Chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
there's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
[Silkk the Shocker]
you couldn't tell me nutin'
a little ghetto child runnin' wild
shed tears trough years made it hard to smile
imagine homies dieing while you're standin' right there
my reality's your worst nightmare
and now I'm trapped in the whole fuckin' world of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by the hands of his best friend
you gotta know if you wanna live there's rules to this shit
you can't break 'em if you wanna be rich
and when my homey died and didn't come back
I knew it was on nigga stressed god blessed
got his name on a tombstone
some of my friends go out before me and I walk that path
I spray paint your name on the wall and I sit back and laugh
you gotta make decisions make 'em all with precision
try to make moves and avoid prison
I remember the first time I laughed at the penetentary steel
when the told me spread lift the car I knew it was real
now I was just out there tryin' gain some strength
birds came to me one night told me Silkk you gotta change your life
but it was all or nothin' could never settle for second
gotta make the whole world feel my presence (Ughhhhh)
i told my homey don't cry if I close my eyes,
(but Silkk the Shocker you too young to die)
(Chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
there's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
[C-Murder & Leanerd Dawg talking]
Say lil' Learnerd Dawg (What's happenin'?)
Nigga you heard of QB? (Yah, why wassup?)
Well, yu know that nigga down with the click now you dig it (Okay)
So ah, I'ma play this new shit here and did it for ya (Do dat dog)
And ah, I want you to tell me me what you think about it (It's all good)
Check it out (Fo Sho)
[QB]
First appearence as a No Limit Soldier for all the critics
Real soldiers down front line and out to get it
We be blastin them motherfuckers give us a chance to kill em
Mo' muthafuckas then people die with cash, an mentally
Gold and platinum artists and Bout It Bout It shouldn't start it
No Limit Soldiers is Billboard regardless
Can't stop the Tank cause we rollin with steel
Have the skills to make a mill', straight hundred dollar bills
No doubt we face the street dates break
Triple platinum we chasin' with no hesitation
Real soldiers and we stay TRU
If you niggas wanna check us, that's how we roll through
We TRU Soldiers motherfuckers
[Talkin']
Yeah
Woohoo, Nigga boy that shit's tight
It ain't bad, that's it
Shit, Yo P, sign that nigga
Then bring the weed
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
[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.
(Helicopter propeller)
(Whisper getting louder)
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga
(C-Murder in background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round
Chorus (2x):
Real niggas and we ride on them bustas
We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers
(C-Murder)
I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint tripping
Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping
Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at
Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack
Drop top 6 all black with the black tints
I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10
A dollar short and I'm coming
bout to have these fools running
Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something
Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home
Macnolia projects, straight from Clebourne
In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you
A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you
Fuck the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider
You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh
Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya
I'm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I'm a
Chorus (2x)
(Magic)
I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers
Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real
Nigga give me the strap and get in the back
This shit is about to get real
I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher
They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap
Now I'm getting favors screaming NIGHTWARD
I written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm
So now when i ride I take the nine with
It don't take less than 2.5 to get me
I'm with C, I'm with Serv, and we smoking on some herb
Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve
Who gone ride with me (my niggas)
Who gone die with me (my niggas)
Who gone bust at these cowards with me
Who gone ride with me (my niggas), I'm a
Chorus (2x)
(Ke'Noe)
Now Ke'Noe ??? major fire as this motherfucking track
oughta ??? a ride you motherfuckers (right)
But I got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckers
you them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass)
You know them niggas that steadly ain't scared to die
but they'll take a bullet?
Well C and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger
I got ready to get home and sound some loot
I'ma pull it, just to think
I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract
Bitch you better get your motherfucking mind right
Ask T how the fuck I act
I was riding on niggas block
when you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass)
I done made a little motherfucking money
so you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit)
I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleed
So every drop that hit the ground,
for every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe)
I done got bad on this motherfucking microphone
But if C call me nigga and take one of you niggas home
fuck, ride nigga, what
We some
Chorus (4x)
Fuck all them motherfucking bitch ass,
punk ass, playa hating pussy
motherfuckers out there talking shit
Cause when I run up on you motherfuckers,
you bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom)
Ol' soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty,
ol' shoe wearing dirty moterfucking poot
stain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherFUCKERS, BIATCH!
(Chorus come in low and gets louder)
That means you bitch
3rd ward, nightward nigga
No Limit, cause I'm in it
Nigga Ke'Noe, again on the motherfucking bito!
C-Murder/(Daz Dillinger)
(Yeah, what's happenin?)
Whassup Daz nigga?
(Whassup C-Murder?)
Shit, I think we got problems.
(What?)
Ya know?
(Fuck that.)
Nigga call back Sean let's do that shit like this.
(How we doin it just like this.)
Okay.
(Ya know what I'm sayin?)
Let's ride on em.
(Buck all yall.)
Ya heard?
Daz Dillinger
Aww yeah (aww yeah), it's bout that time to get into some gangsta shit
A second no doubt nigga before we bang you quick
The gang and No Limit, we about to trip
Slangin these thangs as a youngster
Grew up with killers and drug niggas, big cowards and busters
Seen it all from a mile away, but it's all on straight
With automatic with static nigga cause we don't play
C-Murder rap up and pat up and rap up, out to get him nigga what up
With enough lead to make these niggas shut the fuck up
Boom boom as me and my niggas come through with attitude
Actin rude, slappin and jackin these fools
Rollin down the block as the system knock
Truck beatin deep as a motherfucker, fuck the cops
I bust on niggas with nerve, pull up on niggas on the curb
Swerve and yell out nigga you ain't heard
Bout as dollar birds, loaded high of herb
Sean duck, what the fuck, niggas are rollin it up
My heart is cold as ice, day and night
Strapped with shit you can't fuck with, so you better get white
See gotta gun it off, got up and stumbled, fell and fall
??? and spin niggas with my motherfuckin doggs
Cause when you fuck with us you done fucked with the real
So we don't fuck with sucka niggas, busta niggas that squeal
Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do, how we do man
Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do it, we don't play play
C-Murder
In God I trust, for them gats I bust
And fuck the world cause a gangsta bitch, I never trust
Now who's to blame for the motherfucking rain pouring down on my head
I guess it was the life I led
Cause society done made me into a villan
And I'm willing to execute another killing
Cause I dwell with them cut throats and alcoholics
And been a member ever since I could remember
Relieve stress with the sex and masturbation
And ride for No Limit with no motherfucking hesitation
Cause I'm a TRU nigga (TRU nigga), a real nigga (real nigga)
A go getta (a go getta), and wig splitter
With my nigga daz, quick to blast and whoop your ass
And fuck a mask, leavin niggas up in a body bag
And L.T., lace the weed and run the motherfucking beat
Cause Murder and Daz run the motherfucking streets
Daz Dillinger
Hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do it, how we do man
I'm yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do it, we don't play play
Woman
Daz, they took all my money, they took my jewelry.
They took everything.
I don't know what I'm a do.
I'm broke.
C-Murder
Ya know what Daz, send that hoe over here.
Come here bitch.
Come here, come here, come here!
Don't touch my motherfucking money.
(Silkk Tha Shocker)
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo
(Silkk Tha Shocker)
Verse: 1
I use to flip birds, now I just flip words
When cops come to get me,
it's because some shit that they heard
Like I'm out to get dough
Like I'm out to get mo
Hacking like 6 to the 4
Like 6 double 0, like
Four, or either two doors
Money no like C to the E O
Oh I forgot like ju don't know
Like I'm out to get cream
Like fiend I just don't fuck around
Just bust around
Till niggas get the fuck out of town
I wanted the house, so I got the house
I wanted the car, so I got me the car
Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far
I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck
Just walked up and laughed at the cop
Type of nigga to go up in traffic
and start blastin the glock
Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks
I don't be playing it serious
I'm actually looked after he shot
It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets
Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C
So you got the mightious touch,
for all the records you sold
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold
I'm like a drug dealer,
I hold nothing less than a quarter
This is my last. last year I was just testing the water
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood
Any fool gotta make this much
I just that good
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
Get money, make money, get money,
get money, make money, get money, make money
(C-Murder)
Verse: 2
Money, money make the world spin like tops
and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
It's like the movies,
niggas using uzi's wishing for peace
But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter,
dumping weapons like litter
After I blast you motherfuckers,
and the niggas that with ya (fool)
A come up is a come up
Haters please don't run up
Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)
Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind
I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind
A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss
Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks
(Fiend)
Verse: 3
Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini
cabbage to the collard greeny
Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies
Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny
Money talks, my whomps, whomps
The ATM, don't play with him,
his money make the dikes wanna lay with him
Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages
Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter
C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble
He maded that platinum go double
That's why money talks
Chorus
Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches
Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches
This paper, is just like my misses
All day, fulfilling my wishes
Did ya heard me
We look for money, money never look for us
C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry
Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
Take those
No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???
Chorus:
Our world is hopeless, and we have no where to go
Our children are hungry, and we can't feed the poor
Were really hopeless, spread some love before
And love that and hold in
Lord I really miss my friends
Lord please help us
[C-Murder]
Now as I walk through the streets I see many people under pressure
Cause uh life ain't easy and you know this world gon' test ya
My daddy told me C one day you gon' be faced with this problem
And you and only you must find the knowledge to solve it
My momma said Lord gives us tests to measure our faith
And if you really believe in God, then you shall smile on judgement day
Cause at the crossroads ain't no hunger, and every man the same color
And when it's my time to open 'em gates cause uh
I really miss my brother
And you the only man that can judge me
So please guide me to the right direction
And why can't I put this gun up and use my Bible for protection
And it's an everyday struggle, don't expect nothing to change in a week
But Lord help us in this hopeless world
Cause I don't wanna die in the streets
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Now I done been stop shedding tears, now my eyes bleed when they cry
And I never understand why, everybody gotta die
And everything that's born gotta go, and I really think that's a shame
And I'm so tired of reminiscin'
Trying to put a face to a name
You put my grandfather in my life, and then you took him away
Yeah, big daddy used to drink but uh, he gave me a place to stay
And many kids starving overseas, and even right here on my block
My auntie told me in the year 2000 that the world was gon' stop
Now I don't wanna question you Lord, but is violence really the answer
And if not, then how come so many innocent people diein' of the cancer
Now revolations say the world gon' end, but the world ain't over yet
And it's up to us to move on, but in our hearts we'll never forget
Chorus
[C-Murder]
They say God created man, and put man on this earth
And then came woman from there, and from there, there was birth
And ever since Eve gave Adam the apple, the bible's like the spell
And introduced mankind, not only to Heaven, but a place called Hell
Even though we try to repent, it's too many gangstas taking us down
My cousin tried to leave the streets, and now he laying in the ground
And Jesus died for our sins, but I wonder if he wasted his time
Cause it's 1999, and this world is still blind
Now I don't wanna lose my freedom, cause I'm this close to making it big
Now I don't know if I'm a make a difference
But I just wanna be there for my kids
Now that's a hopeless situation, when will it end, I don't know
But Lord help cause your children, ain't got no where else to go
Intro (Talking)
C-Murder:
Say Magic, Slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little
quarter shop we got on Broad, fuck them niggas watchin us bro we
gotta lay low nigga fuck
Hook
Soulja SLim:
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus I'm on parole x2
Soulja SLim:
It's twelve in the noon, I'm just wakin' up from a flight
Hicks been knockin' at my door all goddamn night
And my hoe she busted talkin' about she tired of that
Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin'
Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got raw
Dont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart
And the niggas that I get it from supplys the city
They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty
Cause they tryin' to put too much cut on the dope
To make a little ends but the only person scorin' is they friends
They got twenty dollar bags they got ten
But now you going let your boy move all the ends
Now see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin'
They be comin shop be closed and they still be runnin
Makin' my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot
But I got my shit got cause I aint about doin no more time
You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines
Bullets be flyin, flyin
Hook
Soulja SLim:
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus I'm on parole
C-Murder:
I'm closin' down shop cause my clientels gettin too big
I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin' my shit
Dope fiends knockin' at my door, they got my spot too hot
These suckas runnin' on my colors on my quarter shop
Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens
Three cars about thirteen boo boo's
I'm just a ghetto superstar
On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's
A young nigga down to do whatever
First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper
BooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready
I'm on top never drop pushin keys that rock
But I gotta close shop cause my spots too hot
Hook
Soulja SLim:
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus I'm on parole x2
(Magic laughs)
I'm closin down shop...
Magic:
Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth
You aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga
Watch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin' trash
I'm gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin' at your pussy ass
What, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitch
I'm about to jump off in your shit
I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice alive
Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high
Spoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish
If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again
I told you muther fuckers I was comin (what)
I roll with tight muther fuckers, stop runnin'
(laugh, gun cock)
Dont move a fuckin' muscle got no time for no wrestlin'
Got no time for no tustlin'
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)
I'm here to let the whole world know I'm hard to control.
You can't conquer my soul.
Bossalinie, a living legend.
With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed.
Chorus
It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under, I keep from going under x2
Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin glocks
Picture me a TRU nigga, visualizing fools dying quicker
Murder murder's in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence of a homocide
Life's get tooken faster then the egg leave the womb
Consider me in danger cause I know I'm dying soon
Twenty five years incarceration if I pull it
Bring the yellow tape, niggas can't overcome my bullet
Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis
Can't sleep with nightmares of dead faces
Fuck the man in the mirror, I don't trust him
Check his weapon, he's ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
That's why I turn my head and leave him lonely
He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony
Chorus x2
I take a deep breath as I blaze this weed mixed with hashes
And trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes
My nigga Bad Azz laid it down
He told me "C, real niggas goin always be around"
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls
And much love to the motherfuckin outlaws
Back stage choppin game with Sean Dogg and Snoop Dogg
And to my thugs in the grave, we miss yall
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for nothin
I read the Bible, it said every death mean somethin
And TRU niggas make the world go round
Pick up the black history book and can't seem to put it down
Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes, that unliberated shit is weak
And throw em up if you a soldier, I told ya
We goin burn this bitch down cause these holocaust days is over
Chorus x4
It's like a jungle out there baby.
>From the motherfuckin streets to the motherfuckin top of the world.
Shit ain't goin change boy.
You got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your life.
You need to maintain ya know what I'm sayin so keep it real.
And to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall.
I blow a kiss.
I give a toast to the niggas I miss the most.
My thug niggas, my real niggas, huh.
Black leaders, keep doin what your doin.
Nigga P, keep doin what your doin nigga.
And you know me.
I'm a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood.
For the ghetto nigga.
Till I'm dead and gone.
Until then, I'm a smoke weed, get high, pour out some liquor.
Huh, for the real niggas, you know.
Keep it real cause uhh, I told yall.
Huh, it's like a jungle out chea nigga.
And ya know.
It's like a motherfuckin jungle.
Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel.
C-Murder:
Ha Huh man Im tripping out right now
thinking about my motherfucking brother K-L
that nigga used to talk about going to the motherfuckin NBA
and doin this and doin that nigga I'll never forget
Chorus:
I remember in the days how we used to dream
Now a days my life just aint the same 2X
C-Murder:
I remember growin up, with 5 kids we aint have nothin,
but each other and i think damn i miss my brother
I give a shout to my mom she was there for me,
even though sometimes i felt she never cared for me
Packin pistols wasnt even in my frame of thought
We had a problem it was understood that we fought
And Money wasnt even on my most wanted list
It wasnt really necessary just to pull a check
And even though I didnt have a dad,
I used to thank the lord everyday for everything I had
To all my lost thugs i miss ya well,
I cant forget ya I got ya picture in my cell
and uh I never use ya name in vane,
but its a shame how you'll never get to share my fame, my nigga
You never saw your son face to face but rest a sure that ya family straight
cause i remember
Chorus 2x
Magic:
I remember sittin in the hallways of school teachers lookin at me funny,
"Magic why you aint in class", cause im tryin to make some money
Watchin koochie pass waitin for the bell to ring,
cause i got a pocket full a dirt that im gonna blow on my friends
Im headin straight to the streets where i learn the game,
me and my niggas rushin home where we stashed our cane
I went from student to dope dealer hangin out with straight killers,
i did better til i met the Millers
I remember livin lies slowly doin so bad so broke i had no where to go
I was wearin the first pair a Jordan's after the fourth pair came out
I messed around and dropped out tryin to make me some clout
I never worried about my education I was confused
I thought thugs ran the nation until I got on probation,
I remember thats why i thank the lord every day
took me out the game showed me the right way to get paid
I remember
[C-Murder]
Wha?
Ghetto boy
Just a lil' Ghetto Boy
Chorus
A lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil'
Just a lil' ghetto boy x4
A million dollars don't mean shit to me
I'm from the streets with a hard hittin slang Ghetto D
Nigga and still makin moves with a sick click
Trick fuck a bitch, I gank with my dick
A young nigga from tha hood, it's all good
When I represent my city, I'm suckin on a bitch titty
And red alazay and 50 blunts rolled up
You wanna hit, then muthafucka hold up
Slow ya roll, get yo bank rolled, ain't it cold
I been slangin', since I was 10 years old
A lil' skinny muthafucka packin guns fuck a toy
Nigga, I'm just a lil' ghetto boy
Chorus x4
[Mac]
I'm just a ghetto boy, uptown rebel boy
Hot boy, fifty thousand dollar watch boy
These ghetto jails come from out of my grill
Ain't nuthin changed still bout that murder murder, kill kill
Into ghetto bitches, ghetto rides, ghetto wars
Ghetto food, got ghetto ways, I guess I'm just a ghetto star
I still hang on the set from time to time
Might slang a dime or two, just to remind the crew
Still ghetto keep a rag on my face
Representin' the place, I was talkin' grace
From bad news, you probably caught me bustin at fools
I keep it ghetto like bitches with baby daddy tatoos
[C-Murder]
Chorus x4
[Kane]
I'm ghetto like pissin in the streets smokin weed
Like hangers on TV or roaches crawling up your sleeve
Me, run with a mighty click, conglamorate sick
Leave haters on respirators, when this shit get thick
Bitch, I'm more ghetto than a high school drop out
When them hoes be fightin and they titty pop out
Don't make me pull tha glok out, n' pop tha teeth out cha mouth
I'm comin' out the south, that mess is what we bout
[Abel]
I'm ghetto like yo sister, thirteen with two baby daddies
Ol' school caddy, fuckin cluckers in alleys
Ignorant, like you know nigga been dis, you all up in it
Kinda like tha free clinic, ghetto like No Limit
[C-Murder]
Chorus x4
Nigga, check this out
I'm ghetto like a motherfuckin roaches crawlin in a nigga cornflakes nigga
I'm ghetto like gettin a motherfuckin extension on your light bill
No, I'm ghetto like puttin a motherfuckin phone bill in your baby name fool
Naah, fuck all that
I'm ghetto like Gotti gimps
[KLC]
Ha ha ha
Naah naah nigga fuck that
Nigga I'm ghetto like using motherfuckin hangers
on TV's for antennas with spawn on the end nigga
Nigga nigga nigga
I'm ghetto like using mayonaise jars for glasses nigga
Hold up, check this out
Nigga I'm ghetto like egg sandwiches nigga
Hold up, hold up, check this out
Nigga, I'm ghetto like black clack of bedroom sets nigga
Hold up, you know what?
I'm ghetto like a nigga gettin burnt by the same hoe twice, ya heard me?
Nigga that's ghetto nigga
Ha ha ha ha
[Big Boz]
Nigga check it out
I'm ghetto like a black ass bitch wearin blue ass contacts
Nigga, I'm ghetto like a motherfucka
using water in his cereal instead of milk
I'm ghetto like baby powder on your chest nigga
I'm ghetto like catchin a whoopin in a grocery store
Like a fuckin public defender, or ashy knees
Fuckin ramen noodle, fat hoes in spandex
Or playin on the bench with a booger in your nose nigga
[C-Murder]
Baby, you can't listen to all that
he say she say stuff going on out there right there you know
I can't explain why they mad at us
Why they don't wanna see me and you happy
You know but uh
You my girl, you my world, you know
We gotta stick together through thick and thin
Don't none of us need to be alone right now baby, you know
As a kid I used to dream of us being together
But as we grew, it broke my heart when you went with another
It didn't last, cause he smashed, didn't wanna love you like me
Just lookin' at your picture, I knew I had to be with ya
And tryin' times wishin' you were mine, many years no play
But up and down relationships would release you comin' my way
Didn't have no money, but I was funny with big dreams of the future
Never competed, always completed and there when you needed
Broken hearted and lonely, you were there like my homie
No time for dates with them bustas because you knew they were phony
All the years that I waited, I guess they all paid off
Cause now you call me your baby, and uh I call you my ladie
Chorus:
Be alone, be alone
I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna be alone
[C-Murder]
Many haters tried to play us when I made to the top
Tryin' to crush our dreams but it didn't seem to stop
It's like they didn't agree with the happiness we shared
You confused, 'bout to lose all the times we had
Are we victims of a jealous crime or lost in time
No need for livin' unless you given' me the love that's mine
Damn near fightin' in clubs, females testin' your patience
Talkin' marriage and livin' lavish but still pushin' engagement
Up and down, tug-of-war between me and your freedom
No time for shows or who oppose because we really don't need 'em
Conversations of you leavin' home pick up the phone
Cause baby girl let's stay together, cause we don't need to be alone
[Chorus repeats while C-Murder talks]
Baby boo pick the phone up
It's your baby, I know you hearin' alot of jealousy out there
People comin' at you sideways, tryin' to break us up
I'm not havin' that though, i'm not ready to be alone
I'm ready to be with you so uh
Let's stick to that marriage, let's live lavish, get paid,
Get engaged, and stop fussin' and fightin'
Because an up and down relationship thang, that ain't cool
You know, I know you want me, and I want you
So let's stay TRU boo,
and stick together through all that bad weather baby
[C-Murder]
Say Magic, remember that nigga QB from uhh Life or Death
That commercial we did for a nigga
First appearence as a No Limit Soldier
But it's number two nigga check it out
Chorus 2X
You can't hold me back
Only real niggas feel this
Nigga feel this
Bitch niggas can't feel this
Feel this
[QB]
This for the niggas under estimated, mad style, mad created
Fuck all them niggas that playa haters
Send out dippin' spirit shit, what's wrong, I hearin' shit
When I jump on the song, it's straight lyrics bitch
My first appearence was on Life or Death
It's hard to mantain in this game but I still caught this much respect
I waiting a long line, no with no wit'
I didn't pick up no hands got me some ki's and I made a hit
Y'all niggas mad cause i'm nation wide
You besta realize I have a style
Nigga don't be surprised
There's not no party
I'm coming with dope shit regardless
Coming with a weak hit nigga hardly
And when you rich bitch niggas talk
And when you broke bitches yap
A automatic go off full track
A future pay nigga, a made nigga
Not a day nigga, a fair nigga, fair nigga
Chorus 2X
[C-Murder]
Nigga that's part two to the motherfuckin' ???
QB, Ghetto Ingredients nigga pick it up
That shit comin' out soon
No Limit family, ??? motherfucker
[T-Mo]
Tell it.
Tell it.
Let em know.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
[Khujo]
Chorus
Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang
Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man x2
[Khujo]
A soldier out that N.O. camp
Meets the Goodreese, Gods finest cause he don't make no trash
Pop us in your CD changer when you mash
Exemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white man
Shoot street, we won't, so get back
Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
Why girls wanna be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one love
Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin
Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin
I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar figures
Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
From the Twats to the Third Ward
Shippin them tens across the board like keys
Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans
Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't snooze
Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight
[Khujo]
Chorus x2
[Big Gipp]
Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's
Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
Good bye night please, what you think
Murder can a nigga get up in a tree
[C-Murder]
Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell
Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
That many bitches wanna roll with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like Jackie Chan
Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio
And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at
[Cee-Lo]
Oh Lord I'm Sugar Sugar please, take it easy heeze
Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
Talkin bout the day ?? your tippin the scale
I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
I'm a let C-Murder make your t-shirt wet
I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget
[Khujo]
[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
(C-Murder talking)
Ya'll niggas know one thing out there
This rap game is just like the dope game
P told ya watch your friends
But i'm tellin' ya to um
(Chorus 2x)
Watch your mother fuckin' enemies
And you might live a long time
Watch your mother fuckin' enemies
Stay strapped cause the ghetto is so wicked now
(C-Murder)
I watch my mother fuckin' enemies, even watch myself
I know these niggas wanna test me, but it's bad for they health
My motto is, if you ain't TRU
Then why the fuck you up on me
I can tell by your look that your bitch ass is phony
My brother said C you know these niggas gonna test ya
But only real TRU niggas don't crack under pressure
Ever since I could remember I been TRU to da game
And now the mother fuckin' media wanna know where I got my name
I'll start it off bitch, I ain't even rap tight
I smoke weed all day and sell dope at night
No Limit Soldier tatted on my arm best believe
Cause if it's life or death nigga, somebody gonna bleed
I got a tank full of hard niggas, from front to end
But still I watch my enemies, and I watch my friends
(Chorus 2x)
(Magic)
I been hustlin' from the beginning makin' cash to a million g's
I hope you niggas feel me
See every time I step on the scene I hear you niggas call me
Jealous cause you like my style you bitches wanna ball with me
But I trust no nigga, whether he's friend or foe
Not tryin' to step on no toes just let you bitch niggas know
My adversaries have died for fuckin' around with me
I know you niggas can't believe that I got C-Murder down with me
Boss niggas so believe there could be no tighter crew
No TRUer 2, they gotta kill me to fuck with you
I'm an assassin known for kickin' ass
Show me who them niggas are, and watch me start blastin'
It's Mr. Magic, known for causin' havoc
As long as i'm on your side, see there's no need for panic
I got your mother fuckin' back for eternity
So when you slippin' i'm watchin' all your enemies
Chorus
This be the truest shit I ever said
A nigga might wind up dead
with money comes bad times
these days you got to have a strong mind
I grew up as a motherfucken thug
An outkast couldn't do shit but slang drugs
In and out of jail ain't no place to be
i'm not short dog but I just want to be free
made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers
don't give a fuck who I hurt
You wonder why a nigga can't sleep man
because I got the blood of my dead brother on my hand
A true nigga can't rest g
till these bitch ass get the fuck from around me
you sweat the tank but your not a real soldier
would you die for this shit "no" P I told ya
your true to the game but your ain't true to me
nigga be yourself you can't be me or P
my veins pump no limit blood from day one nigga
ask Big Ed he put it on his only son
chorus 2x
I got a few niggas want me dead
anticipating my death for the shit I said
huh true soldiers true niggas
motherfucking blood true love thugg figues
bitch niggas be plotting on me
behind close doors niggas hola when you see me
P said if you going to get'em
get'em shoot first and make sure you hit em
I can't lose another tank dog
one more dead and watch no limit go off
y'all ain't ready for war
I leave niggas tripping off the shit that they saw
I known for taking niggas out in street murder one
muthafucker check my rap sheet
I thank P for taking me out the game
put the mike in my hand and gave me my name
Yo, yo what's up nigga
You know the streets is a jungle
You gotta survive out here
You need a strong mind to do the shit I do
You ever seen something blown the fuck up before
See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass
Check this out
(Chorus 2x)
Survival of the fittest, respect my come up
Survival of the fittest, you better not run up
(C-Murder)
I remember back in 89 a nigga used to steal
And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin' grill
One time chase a nigga through the alley fuckin' alley
Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's
I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
Started slangin' rocks cause the shit was fun
I used to bang at niggas just to see 'em run
Nigga people started hearin' shit started recognizing me
Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "G"
Dope became my business, no longer a hobby
I owed a nigga 5 g's so I started robbin'
I knew I had to move before I had to bang 'em up
I'm a act a donkey if you don't respect my come up
Dumb niggas die, and real niggas live
This ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids
(Chorus 2x)
(Gotti)
Started in this game at the age of 13
Gettin' paid makin' money servin' crack to the fiends
Hoes couldn't take me niggas gave me jealous looks
To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook
Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books
Cause they see a nigga ballin' off the birds that I cooked
As the years went by still survival of the fittest
Now i'm ridin' in the tank representin' to the fullest
Puttin' bullets in you bitches, jealous niggas in disguise
Shootin' niggas till we die, Gambino's on the rise
My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
(Chorus 2x)
(C-Murder)
I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug
4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs
I was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight
Bitches all up in my business, shippin' keys from state to state
Triple beams in the project Calliope, where I broke 'em down
Razor blade and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown
My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other shit
Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot
Moms and the kids put away up in the house
Surveillance cameras and alarms to spook a nigga out
Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill
Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal
I'm one step ahead of a nigga doin' wrong
That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so fuckin' long
I had to spank some bustas, to show 'em I mean business
The ghetto is so wicked it's survival of the fittest
Everytime I try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (Streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (Just keep on callin' me)
(x2)
Now, this ghetto got me crazy
And these streets got me trapped
Many times I've tried to leave
But this game keep pullin me back
In a circle full of crime
Bout to lose my mind
Shit, I wanna make a change
But I just keep wasting my time
Ain't no real future sellin' dope
Only few make it out
For a ghetto nigga like me
Got too many golds in my mouth
I can't get a job
Ain't nobody gonna hire a thug
And my rap sheet consists
Of 187 and drugs
And goin' in and outta jail
Everybody say I'm a fool
But even the President makes mistakes
Shit I ain't perfect to
I gotta do somethin'
Ain't nobody gonna give me nothin'
Got a mouth to feed
So I'm gonna keep these fiends jumpin'
On my block niggas
Shit I'm the man out of jail
I'm the jury and judge
So don't fuck with me cuz
It's like the Vegas Strip
These streets is always open
As long as the money roar
I'm gonna keep this city small
Everytime I try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (Streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (Just keep on callin' me)
(x2)
Now see the hood
It's all good
You ain't highly educated
So you just can't have shit
Cuz you will be playa hated
My boy just bought a new Benz
Now he's the man in the city
Now it was cool at first
But these niggas started actin shitty
I tried to go straight
But these fools just wouldn't let me
A nigga see me in the mall
So a nigga tried to sweat me
It was cool for a minute
Yeah, I thought I was free
But I knew I couldn't leave
Cuz these streets keep callin me
Everytime I try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (Streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (Just keep on callin' me)
[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
[C-Murder]
Niggas (what?)
Would you ride for the cause? (hell yeah!)
Would you die for the cause? (fuckin right!)
How many niggas would ride and die for you? (we riders!)
My name manifest pain to my enemies
Holler C-Murder and bring bitches to thier knees
Violent killers ready for blood marches
Convicted murderers with open drug charges
Strapped with semi autos and po-po's
And nickle plated slug nose and we left the Calli cause
We made niggas, raised in ghetto's and slums
Totin chips and A-K's, money round drugs (ha)
Shoot first, and leave them standing in thier shoes
We TRU niggas, bounded by blood and tatooes
Infiltrating my click, fool it aint gonna happen
Us niggas been gettin paid before we started rapping
Situation getting sticky, cause the ???? the phone
Here comes the brigade, aiming straight for your home
Aint No Limit to the motherfucking thang, we a click
We rowdy, many niggas in the TRU click
[Chorus]
We riders
No Limit niggas
We riders
We TRU niggas
We riders
We real niggas
We riders
We thug niggas (2X)
How many niggas wanna ride and get paid
I plan to sell a hundred million records in four days
Gangstas make the world go round
But TRU niggas make gangsta shit go down
We come in your set flip your dope and get rich
Take over your block and your spot with number one hits
Money and power, ha, give me the world
Cause after dollars no cents, only time will tell
Ha, I'm goin through somethangs, fool, so stop hatin
You live for weed and money, I live for greens and bacon
And I aint takin no shorts with my ghetto d
I stick to plan B and keep my eyes on my enemies
And if you want some nigga come and get some
We ride bourbans and llacs when its time to attack
So throw em up if you a real soldier
I'll make you say uhhhhh, I thought I told ya
master p
can't no one out side infiltrate this no limit organization
so prepare yourself prepare for a battle
chorus 2x
real niggaz going to ride playa haters going to die because after
dollars and cents only the strong survive
C-Murder
in gats we trust no limit niggaz going to bust
if you ride with me you gots to die with me
put your rags in the air here comes the brigade
i sold dope on the block cause true niggaz get paid
army fitues with my boots and my gat
luitentant of a bunch of niggaz
paid and strapped we got we got bitches and blunta
we got weed and money representant them killaz
and them haters be running i got bitch niggaz
anticipating my deck scared to show they face
cause they scared rap huh
my money to big for them pigs to jock me
we ghetto millionares so them feds going to watch me
paper chasing for green ain't no punks on my team
i live the life of a thug fo fill'in my dream
fake niggaz going to crumble at the site of my nine
no limit soldier don't fall off real niggaz going to ride
chorus 2x
Master P
oh lord can you feel me
or tell me why my lil' brother Kevin Miller
had to die and i still hear
gun shots when i sleep so i'm sayin
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good politicians
and that is why we stay strong black and independant
so the world is like fuck a viatnam
i wish i was the president i could send the bomb
penaitentary's stay packed now they filing forms
for mexicans and blacks ugh
chorus 4x
Master P
ugh only the motherfucking strong surive
C-Murder Master P eternity nigga
(C-Murder)
Listen up motherfuckers I got a story to tell
All you niggas out there holding hands with these motherfuckers street
Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat
You might be holding a nasty ass
Chorus (2x):
Nasty bitch, gonna fuck my boy
Now how you gonna fuck my boy
That's why I don't love them hoes
You can't trust these dog ass hoes
Verse: 1
I was in love like a motherfucker with this bitch
But uhh, I wasn't doing nothing but making her rich (shit)
But damn, she used to played it so cooled
I guess she must take C for a fool
I swear the sex had my motherfucking mind gone
And I was tweeking like a fiend for that heroin
And when I put it in, the way that she moaned,
made me never ever wanted to leave her alone
The back rubs in the hot tubs, watching videos
It made me crawl when she took it all down her throat
Surprise, shit I hit her with a five karat
And later on we can talk about marriage (huh)
Ya name tatted on my chest, fuck them other broads
We hold hands when we walking through the shopping malls
My brother told me V charge it to the game
But uhh, listen up, cause it's a motherfucking shame
Chorus (2x)
Verse: 2
I used to page this girl about ten times a day
But after 9, she was hard to find
One-of-a-kind, huh, so I was blind with the problems we had
Found a number in her purse, said it was her dad
I got a phone call from my nigga Jubilee
He told me, he saw my girl in the movies
With another nigga, nut it wasn't me
I said man, you must be tripping, nigga it couldn't be
I thought it was love, but I guess the love was gone
So then I put up the phone and then I went home
Park the car, walked in the door, walked up the stairs
And I damn near slipped on her underwear
Opened the bedroom door, seen a ho,
with a nigga ro, bout to grab my fo-fo, hold
Damn, bitch I thought we loved each other
Nasty bitch gonna fuck my brother
Bitch, get the fuck out my house,
pick up your dirty ass draws, get that cum off your chest,
and wipe your motherfucking mouth, and get the fuck out, biatch!
Fuck you gonna fuck my motherfucking boy
Ol' cheesy ass ho
I didn't like you anyway
Biatch
I catch you in the club, I'ma sneak your ass
Fuck, nasty bitch
Master P:
Yo, C
I'd like to mourn the dead (Kevin Miller)
And acknowledge the livin'
Know like they say
You can tell a nigga
How you feel when they here
This is for all those livin stars out there
The ghetto legends (real niggas)
Niggas thats really doin the hustlin on the corner
(love these thug niggas, ya heard me)
Know what I'm sayin, makin it happen
Niggas in the rap game, changin their lives
Silkk, C-Murder, Master P (haha)
And all the other real mutherfukin ballers out there (freedom)
Motherfukin rookies to the veterans
This is all the real niggas makin it happen
Bitch check it, ya heard me
C-Murder:
Nigga back in the day i used to dream about fortune and fame
Jump in the game and you expect my life to change
I looked up to all the ghetto superstars
Shit, I used to trip when they call a female a bitch
I'm just another lost soul in the world
Destination unknown, Tryin to make it home
And Three strikes, a nigga gone
All alone in the muthafukin end zone
On the football field with my head down
I can't see but I'm tryin to make a touchdown
Damn, will I ever see the other side
I'm this close from doin another drive by
Now I don't really want to make another mother cry
But these niggas, they playin with my fukin pride
Now why, they wanna put me in this gangsta shita
Cause all I wanna do is sell a million discs
Chorus:
Wha wha, I wanna be a livin' legend
Will they let me, I wanna be a livin' legend
Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
Now put my name in the hall of fame
(x2)
Master P:
Say my name
What bitches screamin for
A little skinny nigga learn to hustle and ball
Grew up in the projects
Ran with killers and dealers
No Limit Soldiers keep in the family, no nigga
Don't hate me for planting seeds
C-Murder got the gifts
I got the hennesey and weed
We only run with ghetto stars ???
Like Big Boz, Hot Boyz known for 1-87
2-11, Real niggas made it out the hood
Word seven bigger figures
And you know its all good
Chorus:
Wha wha, I wanna be a livin' legend
Will they let me, I wanna be a livin' legend
Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
Now put my name in the hall of fame
(x2)
C-Murder:
Livin' legend, livin' legend
One who'll raise on top against all obstacles
No matter friend or foe
[Master P]
Oh yeah
As I finally made my journey
A lil' bit stress free
I look back in the ghetto at all the lil' niggaz
That probably never make it out
You know the lil' niggas that gon' get caught up in the gun fights
Lil' niggas that trying to hustle
And lil' things that'll do anything to get it
You know what im saying
Chorus: repeat 4X
Just another lil' nigga, this one for my lil' niggas
[Master P]
He was only 14 but he stayed strapped
The lil' nigga, put his hood on the map
Any problems on the block the lil' nigga he would solve 'em
Anybody wanna weight somebody had to call him
The lil' nigga had the ghetto locked down like a rotweiller
Called him baby Tony ??? he had the money and the power
He's only 1 week from getting rich
But it's 4 days, 3 nights, 2 hours, and a minute from his death
showed his picture on the news with a mouth full of golds
And they showed the car with a couple of hoes
I couldn’t believe what I seen my lil' niggas' dead
So I made this song for every ghetto nigga mislead
Chorus
[Master P]
Everybody say...
[C-Murder]
Lil' niggas make the world go 'round
The juvenile is full of lil' niggas out of every town
And broken homes with no daddy be the first cause
My lil' homie doing time getting his nuts soft
And ghetto teams packing heat like its legal fool
And pull a G a week, nigga, so fuck school
And mama cry but she shouldn’t let it worry her
Cause every kid can't be a mother fucking star
My nigga black steal a car in 10 seconds flat
Am I trigger happy cause i'm falling or peel your cap
My cousin rocks smoke weed 'til his mind gone
My homie killer facing life pushing heroine
All he wanna be is just a ghetto superstar
Who fuck bitches, make money and drive cars
Now who's to blame for my homies getting they money quicker
This one here for my crazy ass lil' niggas
[Chorus]
ohhhh
It's life or death in my town
and I'm standin' on deadly ground
I just wanna live my life
all by myself...
[C-Murder]
Life is full of debt
And life is full of cnflict
I'm just tired of seein' all my homies out here dyin' quick
Society today is all twisted
Gave my homie 20 years for shop lifttin'
Now that's bad because LaWan got 3 for murder
Politics in the court house ain't the same since the murder.
That's why constantly I watch all my enemies
Cuz death is a disease to all my TRU g'z
The can't shake it
They can't seem to break the cycle
That's why I'm protected by the gat and St. Micheal
Ralph Sten said money...runs the country
Make ya do some strange things when it's right in front ya
I done see mothers turn on they own kids
Money make brothers turn on one another.
Even make each other split the other's wig
Animosity
Least of all tops is ta watch ya back
Life or Death
Cuz ya never know if ya breathed ya last breath.
[Chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
I'm already dead
So can't nobody kill me
I done suffered to long to let another man fear me
My pain brings anger to a total stranger
Ain't no limit to my hall when I'm constantly in danger
I just wanna be surrounded by somebody that luv me
But reallity is sendin' me those hatas undercover
I don't know who to trust but my family and friends
Takin' chances on your life when you let a stranger in
In my days rappers die
So I take it as a message
I lived to see another year so I count my blessings
Tell Em' I'ma changed man, but they don't hear me
On my knees beggin' god can you please forgive me
Let the past be the past
I'm investin' in the future
Watch the ones that swallow most ya
and the ones that'll do ya
My advice to the world
Maintain your sanity
I know your faced with life or death everyday but overlook the evil thoughts cuz there's gotta
be another way
Life or Death?
See me?
I trust nobody
Money is the rule to all evil
better watch yourself boo
(C-Murder)
Say Magnolia, Gateway bro
It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich
Like we ain't supposed to leave the ghetto
I know we tied to the ghetto, but uhh life's a bitch
You know, we was dealt some bad cards
But you know, we gotta deal with it
Lifes hard, so lets show em' what we made of
My gateway to hell seems like its constantly open
The reaper is callin', so I'm constantly smoking
C-Murder ain't gonna die in vain
My ghetto ties got me living my life in pain
See the world knows, we gonna be thugs forever
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't make it better
See the status of your money done changed
But the status of your danger remains the same
I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts
And teach Magnolia and Gateway the shit I was taught
Take a ride with me nigga to eternity
And watch me live to see another century
Lifes a bitch, who do you trust
I put my fate in my glock, cause I know its gonna bust
I used to think the hood was cool
But my ghetto ties keep me checking in my rearview
hook
Who do you trust, my ghetto ties got me tripping, and lifes a bitch
They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich
I was dealt some bad cards
Became a thug with no love 'cause life's hard (Who do you trust)
(Soulja Slim)
Lord you showed me, even dealt me these cards, I gots to play em'
My life is like a game, I'm up from a.m. to a.m.
Why don't I AK him if he don't have none of my paper
Man if I let him live then he might take me for a faker
He might try to do a jack, and that might cost me my life
If you ever jack this real nigga, you'd besta kill me or pay the price
I ain't nothing nice, behind the street machine tell me what you see
A tall nigga bout 6'4, last left the murder scene
Disguising in army green
With infer beams on something, kinda gun nigga
Fool one nigga didn't run
My niggas went on and tore up his motherfucking ass with the bit fast
Like witness that, murder in the first degree
My ghetto ties fucking round' with me, don't do that
hook
(Da Hound)
How many times, a nigga seen a family nut up
And the momma was cut up, yeah I see now but later on I'm a be senile
But see how us niggas get caught up, quick to go in the water
Niggas steady vanishing away like saw dust
I'm feeling that ease, I'm full of them weeds and them fleas
Two 23's, nike's and reeboks let the window down and feel the breeze
My cousin D, my nigga joned in the backseat thuggin' off the rome
And to the Z, thinking about the lives we gonna free
I tell him nigga please (nigga please)
Soon as we drove up, fucking door was bout' to close up
I knocked on the door, nigga hold up, you didn't see us roll up
I forced my way in, I put seven up to his thoughts
No time for thinking is what I'm thinking
Killed the bitch, wouldn't finish shaking
I went to the kitchen, I'm flipping pans, pots, and spoons out
Heard four knocks, sounded like four shots, coming from the other room
It's about that time now, for us hounds to get gone out
Got the dilli, quarter milli, went to the next room
Jhon Jones was in the zone
I saw my cousin Navier, eyes bucking out his head
Nigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, he's on his way out
By this time, I took two hits from behind
My nigga John looked in my eyes and said nigga you ready to die
Damn, nigga why
[Nate Dogg/(C-Murder)]
Chorus
Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire) x6
[C-Murder]
Whassup ya'll.
C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry.
With my niggas Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, No Limit, livin legend.
Ya'll muthafuckers know what I mean out there.
[C-Murder]
I cop a Benz at the age of twenty one nigga
I fuck hoes and smoke weed for fun nigga
>From the streets to the muthafuckin record stores
And sell a million discs at blockbuster videos
Bitches formin lines at my concerts
Them thug niggas sell drugs off my inserts
A eight figure nigga gettin bigger
I wear No Limit gear nigga so fuck Tommy Hilfiger
And renegotaite my court case, fuck a plea
And call Cochrane there's a million on legal fees
Charge it to the game, that's what Silkk said
My name ringin like the muthafuckin flu spread
Give me a shot cause I'm sick wid it (sick wid it)
The tank on the back, the ghetto niggas gotta get it
I make money so fuck all them haters with the mean stares
I wanna be a ghetto millionaire
[Nate Dogg/C-Murder]
Chorus x2
[Kurupt]
Gangstad up, then you know I don't fuck
I got the blue khakies with the gangsta chucks
All at once was deservering me
Got the homies on east side serving me
Yeah we do what gangstas do, me make them gangsta figures
And I surround myself with only gangsta niggas
We be on the streets in the grey or blue on the smash
Dippin on the look off of crack
My homies got a couple birds locked up in the stash
Snitches spreadin through the hood like rash
Be like me and do with it off
And you could be a ghetto millionaire like me and my doggs
We don't take it away quesh
Especially fuckin around with a bitch
I'm me and I don't give a fuck
A ghetto millionaire and bitch I just don't care
Bitch I just don't care
[Nate Dogg/C-Murder]
Chorus x6
[Snoop Dogg]
Shot gun blasts are heard
When I rip, dip, flip, slip and swerve
Through the hood in the muthafucking drop top thangs
I'm bangin G Thang once again
My clip, my glock, I click it, I cock it
Got my heat in my pocket, I blast like a rocket
It's like a gang bang movie say up jump the boogie
While you moving from the side of my heat
I'm never too big to say hello in the ghetto
Niggas spit hot metal, keep your foot on the pedal
I'm from the east side of the LBC
Where the bitches quick to set a young nigga up baby
Never let a bitch play you
>From the streets to the sweets make that bitch pay you, and obey you
Who said the game was fair
Get your hustle on nigga and become the next ghetto millionaire
[Nate Dogg]
Ghetto, hustling all my life
Ghetto, droppin the fool my pay x10
[C-Murder]
Whassup nigga, huh, No Limit, cuz I'm in it.
Cuz I'm in it muthafucker, Third Ward.
C-Murder, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, and Kurupt in this muthafucker.
DPG nigga, you know we still off the gangsta shit.
The tank, for the real niggas.
Straight from the projects.
Nigga you know what I mean when I say fuckin ghetto millionaire?
What nigga.
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
[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
( Chorus )
Only thug niggas feel my pain I'ma ride for my homies
because I'm true to the game
Ain't no love cause my blood ain't the same as yours
it's got me knocking on heaven's door
Feel My Pain (x2)
I lost something in the past that was special to me
You can't feel what I feel cause this shit's to deep
So give love to your motherfucking thugs alive cause
ain't no seeing when your motherfucking loved ones die
Don't point the finger and critisize what he did
Invest all your thoughts and all the times he hid
Will I ever see my brother again time will tell
I feel like I'm trapped between heaven and hell
I turned on the radio to forget the fun tears
coming out my eyes cause I hear I miss my homies
On top of that my court dates tommorow
facing ten years added to my pain and sorrow
Baby momma don't want me to leave my kids
We can move to the country and forget what I did
But reality keep tellin me that ain't cool
I wanna see my kids go to school
Feel My Pain
Chorus (x2)
Nobody knows when your time gone come
I live life to the fullest, True niggas don't run
Anticipating your death make you soft and sick
I leave my worries at home when I'm hanging with my clique
I remenise about all my niggas that's dead
A lesson was learned when they put you in the grave
It don't matter what you got when a nigger gone get cha
Cause when a nigger gone hit ya a nigger gone hit ya
Bulletproof with AK's with hundred round drums
can't stop one bullet penetrating your dome
That's why I value nothin but family and friends
you lose material shit you can get it again
But ain't no coming back when you meet the reaper
I done lost to many thugs to the permanant sleeper
Cause ahh everyday a nigger taking a chance
only thug niggas feel my pain ( feel my pain )
Chorus ( x4)
bra, why you talkin' that shit, huh?
(what? you heard me)
take this shit to the streets right now (you heard me)
all that yappin' and no action ain't called for, you dig?
(for real)(what's happenin')
you don't wanna fuck with C (bad motherfuckers)
you don't wanna fuck with me (just a bunch of bad motherfuckers)
you don't wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherfuckers)
[C-Murder]
Don't play no games, cuz boy we be bout killin'
you ain't got shit to die for you shouldn't be livin'
get rid the fuckin' smirk ain't a damn thing funny
all my niggas know we live for weed and money
platinum and vogues on the walls of my company
cuz TRU niggas live life motherfuckin' G's
presidents and playin' in every resident
cuz pumpin' no limit shit is essential
I make money off the words that I speak
I flip a cassette like I used to flip a quarter key
the rap game is like standin' on a block
every tape I sell is like a motherfuckin' dime rock
give me the money so you can keep the bitches
they don't play no game C-Murder bout his riches
the money talk and bullshit walks pay to get delt with
and haters get they ass kicked
(Chorus)
Don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin'
just a bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas
Don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin'
bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas
[Mystikal]
A whole bunch of bad motherfuckers
ya we bad watch us I ain't playin' with your bitch ass
even if I smoke weed all day drankin' on King Cobra
my eyes red my head bad I still fuck over ya
you know the name you know the game and the pain
bitches still the same bigger bank higher rank
whatcha thank your head I like your shit don't stank
but you're gettin' spanked I'm gonna get at yours forgot that thank
you bitch who wrong move I'm gone get you
???? you mental but you been through
fuck what your friend do and who you came to
(Chorus)
[Silkk the Shocker]
we bout murder money weed ammunition guns and drugs
fake niggas stand correct show my real niggas some love
Mrs. Thug I live the life of a motherfuckin' thug
7 digits bigger niggas still fightin' in clubs
you think you saw the worst bitch the worst is yet to fuckin' come
up jump and take everyone and your best to fucking run
shoot first ask questions later
quick before I lose ya ask what time it fuckin' was
i guess when you're too paranoid smokin' too much motherfuckin' bud
don't play no games bitch respect the name bitch
fuck who you came with and fuck what you sayin' bitch
you heard of Mystikal, heard of P, heard of me, and heard of C
either we solo or we ridin' thirty-d you can't stop me I know
all they can do is watch me drop ya with your eyes closed
in a project curb apartment motherfuckin' dealin'
you wanna know why we ain't smilin' cuz we thugs we mugs
ain't nothin' bout being friendly
[C-Murder]
Constantly in danger, shit, trouble always seems to find me.
Constantly in danger, I can't stay away from this shit
Constantly in danger, to crime I aint no stranger
Test me, damn sure I'm gonna bang ya
I've been known to do what I gotta do
I hang with a hardass crew called TRU
Motherfucking feds, they wanna plot
They really think a nigga open up shop
I make millions, huh, off of words
I aint got time to scold g's off of burbs
Bulletproof vest on my chest
And bulletproof windshields to catch the rest
Of a punkass nigga muthafucka round
Aint that cold, a nigga sware I had eight pounds
I keep an eye on my rear view
My money bigger, huh, so I got a bigger gun too
I keep a nine with me, if you want me come get me
You shoot first bitch you better hit me
I keep a close eye on a stranger
Nigga, heh, cause I'm constantly in danger
[Chorus]
The world is mine cause I'm in it, and danger means No Limit
The world is mine, fool, cause I'm in it, my veins pump No Limit
The world is mine cause I'm in it, and danger means No Limit
[Mia-X]
Anamocity, got them haters plottin and got them feds watchin
Tryin to twist a bitch up in knots
With that he said she said pointing at me
Trying to connect the dots, get me locked up for consperacy
Now who that say she knew that, said she did that
With that nigga that got TRU on his bizzack
Forget that, you so legit black, we hard to get at so get back
Cause it's a fizzact that we gonna shizzat
Dollars, those down from day one we gonna holler
Devour those in our path shots follow
Knock ya dick in the guts, nigga trust
Momma bust behind a cream bills, smoke in god we trust
And it's a must I represent for my tank dogs
Us against the world so when we come get out the way y'all
Soldier boys and one girl down for a freefall
The industry strangle us, TRU, always live in danger
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Constantly I keep an eye on my enemies
I'm having dreams of a motherfucker bury me
I won't rest till I make a bitch nigga bleed
I'm gettin paid by the gat and the triple beam
All my love is for the thugs on the block
Evil thoughts keep telling me to bust on the cops
Bullet wounds in my back keep me paranoid
I'm hearing gunshots, ducking behind cars
Will I end up in the grave or the penetentary?
Oh god, don't let the reaper capture me
I started off as a street thug
Convicted felon with tatooes and street blood
A second chance when I came back to life
Niggas dying if I think they aint down right
My motherfucking pain turn to anger
Cluckers x24
[C-Murder]
Throw me a shotgun nigga, lets get high tonight
Oh god please, dont let a nigga die tonight
I'm serving cluckers on the set, like 24-7
If I get killed, I know I'm not going to heaven
I did too much dirt, commited too many sins
Just scored two keys with killers, in a room, toastin with him
It's time to break that shit down, and bag it up
We make crack like this, now we gotta sell this stuff
Mom's trippin, wanna know why I got two beepers
I couldn't tell her one for the hoes, and uh, one for them tweakers
Now my money comin fast like a motherfucking nut
And if you catch me doing bad, nigga, you gots to give it up fool
Break yourself cause, uh, I'm bout robbing
Check my rapsheet nigga, and ask my homies Steady Mobb'n
We be some crazy niggas, we're some hard motherfuckers
It's time to check my crackhouse nigga, it's time to check my cluckers
Cluckers x24
[Fiend]
Once again young Fiend is on the block
Dodging the cops, working out the murder shop
You heard of the rock, well nigga, I'm slanging it
The shit won't ever stop cause I aint got no shame in it
My niggas gangbanging it, lettin thier khaki's sag
While I'm sellin y'all down to the shaker bags
Break em back, ten it is, and my condition they see me
Behind my paper, beatin your hands, steady grinning, from the beginning
I knew I could sell all construction
Motherfuck those dealin, nigga i'm tryin to make somethin
Aint no settlin for nothin, nigga, i'm tryin to meet dollars
Mister ?????, and ain't he spendin all them powers
Strawberry swallowa, but stones all in the nut
Fiend got em hypnotized doin his drug dealer strut
Pull up, not giving a fuck like T and T Tucker
If you want some D, come see me motherfucker
Everytime I try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (Streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (Just keep on callin' me)
(x2)
Now, this ghetto got me crazy
And these streets got me trapped
Many times I've tried to leave
But this game keep pullin me back
In a circle full of crime
Bout to lose my mind
Shit, I wanna make a change
But I just keep wasting my time
Ain't no real future sellin' dope
Only few make it out
For a ghetto nigga like me
Got too many golds in my mouth
I can't get a job
Ain't nobody gonna hire a thug
And my rap sheet consists
Of 187 and drugs
And goin' in and outta jail
Everybody say I'm a fool
But even the President makes mistakes
Shit I ain't perfect to
I gotta do somethin'
Ain't nobody gonna give me nothin'
Got a mouth to feed
So I'm gonna keep these fiends jumpin'
On my block niggas
Shit I'm the man out of jail
I'm the jury and judge
So don't fuck with me 'cause
It's like the Vegas Strip
These streets is always open
As long as the money roar
I'm gonna keep this city small
Everytime I try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (Streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (Just keep on callin' me)
(x2)
Now see the hood
It's all good
You ain't highly educated
So you just can't have shit
'cause you will be playa hated
My boy just bought a new Benz
Now he's the man in the city
Now it was cool at first
But these niggas started actin shitty
I tried to go straight
But these fools just wouldn't let me
A nigga see me in the mall
So a nigga tried to sweat me
It was cool for a minute
Yeah, I thought I was free
But I knew I couldn't leave
'cause these streets keep callin me
Everytime I try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (Streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (Just keep on callin' me)
Wah, told my niggaz you was lookin' for C
From the CP3
Forever true 'til I'm dead
Do ya still love me?
Lookin for it, check this out, ya know
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, 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
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 cell blocks is the project Lil Wodie
And I ain't bothering nobody less you owe me
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, 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
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, 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
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 li'l 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?
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, 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
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, 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
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 what's 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 freein' C-Murder, bitch
Yeah, this how we gon' do it baby
Boss recognize boss baby
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, 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
I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
I told my niggaz you was lookin' for, well there they go
It was once upon a time in the projects show
[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
No matter how much you hate me
I'ma always be on top
It just don't matter
(Chorus 2x)
Don't mater, how much you hate me
Don't matter, how much you wanna fade me
Don't matter, cause it really don't phase me
Don't matter, true players gon' feel me
It all started when I got some change
And a name, then fame with the rap game
And things just changed
No Limit be's the name
Tru Records, It's all the same
We bubble up and pop
Took over every block
From the ghetto's to the suburbs
Everybody knew our rap words
We bout it, We solders
The tank jus taking over
Son, Mystikal, and the Dog
We family we balls till we fall
Came here from over sees they love us all
We never change
Never complain about our fortune or our fame
Our Rolex's and range
To our homies up in the game
Put our hood on the mizzap
The world know C-P-3
Tru niggaz for lizzife
Don't hate Silk the Cornel and me
(Chorus 2x)
How many millionaires you know that can still be in the hood
It's all good, knock on wood,
Treat you like you should be treated
Want a autograph, well hold up let me eat first
You say you like the album, well here take this t-shirt
See thugs respect solders and solders respect thugs
I do million dollar tours and still perform in small clubs
I don't feel like I'm above you bro because I'm true bro
I just had a stroke of luck and now im making?...?
I hope you feel what I feel, but you aint seen what I done seen
I seen friends turn enemies
And family change behind some pennies
And niggaz say they down but on the slip they really hate ya
But it all gon' come to light so don't never let it phase ya
(Chorus 2x)
You either love me
Or you hate me
Ain't no in between ya heard me
I'm true to this
I aint new to this
But guess what
It really don't matter
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 (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
(talking)
Back again for the first time
TRU Records, it's like that, heeey
Respect us, all my dogs
And all of y'all, what, check it out, what
[Chorus - 2x]
One time just don't bother me
All my homies come follow me
If you my dog, then you won't bother me
Hey whodi, playas gone play
[C-Murder]
Now don't stop (ya dig) keep it real (ya dig)
It's T-R-U (ya dig) No Limit still (ya dig)
Now how you feel (ya dig) boy is you mad (ya dig)
That's kinda sad (ya dig) you doing bad (ya dig)
Well me and my dogs (ya dig) you know we ball (ya dig)
Until we fall (ya dig) but we won't fall (ya dig)
2001 (ya dig) 2002 (ya dig)
2003 (ya heard) we play for keeps (that's real)
It's C-P-3 (ya dig) to the dot com (ya dig)
So stop hating (ya dig) and free your mind (ya dig)
Cause playas play (ya dig) and hatas hate (ya dig)
And ballas gone ball (ya dig) and shot callas gone call (ya dig)
[Chorus - 2x]
[C-Murder]
I'm C dash (ya dig) to the Murder man (ya dig)
I make you dance (ya dig) give you a chance (ya dig)
I run the streets (ya know) represent my hood (ya dig)
If you don't like me (playa) it's all good (ya dig)
Tear the club up (ya dig) and raise the roof (ya dig)
That C-C-B (ya dig) now that's my crew (ya dig)
Now throw em up (ya dig) and look alive (uh huh)
Cause looking at my rollie it's about that time (yeah)
Get your groove on (ya dig) get your freak on (ya dig)
Cut the lights on, some boys done got they fight on (ya know)
It's time to blaze (ya dig) here comes the cops (ya dig)
I hope I don't get stopped before I make it to my block
[Chorus - 2x]
[C-Murder]
Ice on my wrist (ya dig) ring on my fist (ya dig)
Hit you with hits (ya dig) something like this (ya dig)
Them platinum placks (ya dig) and platinum cards (ya dig)
Visa, American Express (ching) take the charge (ya dig)
This for my whodis (ya dig) this for my round (ya dig)
This for all my dogs (ya dig) on lockdown (stay TRU)
I breaks it down (ya dig) like broken glass (ya dig)
I cut a rug (whoo) like cutting class (ya dig)
Now shake it fast (ya dig) then shake it slow (ya dig)
My thugs bout head cause uh, we from the ghetto (uh huh)
And all my soldiers gone ride for me (put it up)
Light it up, blow it up and get high with me (ya dig)
[C-Murder]
This song right here don't pertain to my most loved. P, Silkk, my cousin
Jimmy, my closest family. This is a question to all my closest homies that I
die for cause I love y'all
A body can't live without a soul up in it
When you dead aint no second chance, but alive aint no limit
So you bein TRU to yourself
Well then die for something, then somebody else
I'm surrounded by more thugs then my eyes can see
But I still ask the question how many y'all would bleed for me
I'm C-Murder, but that don't mean shit to a bullet
I make moves with Silkk, cause I know he gonna pull it
I ask P the true meaning of being a brother
He said just some niggas that would die for each other
And can't be seperated by money and bitches
When apart we poor, but together we richer
Life is complicated like a game of chess
Anticipating check mate is like waiting for death
If I'm gonna die give the king his life
That's why I ask my soldiers would you ever think twice
Chorus
If I ask the question would you all be true
Would you ride for me like I'm a ride for you
And when times get hard and my life's at stake
Would you hesitate to eliminate x2
I got a question for Boz, would you ride for me?
To them Deli boys nigga would you die for me?
To my homies Kane and Abel would you kill for me?
If a motherfucker wasn't being real to me
And Fiend and Mac, I know you ready to roll
Cause the three of us done been through some shit before
Mia X, I know you always got my back
The Gambino's stay strapped, and me and Prime Suspect
Been shedding tears on the block forever
Just like Big Ed been TRU forever
Mystikal, nigga, would you pop that fool
But not before Serv-On gonna hit that fool
And then he gonna have you looking silly for sure
While V and? been watching the door
No Limit stay TRU cause we thugs forever
Would you hesitate, nigga, would you hesitate? NEVER!
(talking)
Say Ty, (what's up)
I'm feeling you yeah (is that right)
But they say I'm too ghetto for you (oh, ha ha)
Let's chill out from the club scene right now (aiight then)
Let's do our ghetto love thang (that's right you my thug boy)
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go to the club
I wanna stay home with my thug
You might want ghetto love
But I just can't get enough - 2x
What you want, I want my ba-by
What you want, I want my thug boy
What you need, I need my ba-by
What you need, I want my thug boy
[C-Murder]
I'm C-Murder Miller, straight up killa
When I met you you say you liked thug figgas
Well here I'm is, I'm a thug lord
With a vest with many tattoos on my chest
So forget the rest, I'm all you need
When I met you I was playing bout 50 some g's
Other be in contact with 50 some ki's
Think back, remember them trips overseas
Now everything I ride be sitting on d's
Leather interior, two T.V.'s
Break you off proper, get you asleep
You said you never had sex on sanded sheets
Never had rough sex till you met me
Want a thug want a rough neck sex with P
Gucci, Prada, Lubitone
And other designers
Ludacris say what's your fantasy
All I wanna know is do you want a thug like me
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
Nothing lasts forever
Not even love, that's why I'm a thug
That's why I do things just because
It's in my blood my daddy was
Straight from the projects, and a cut-cut boy
If you got it, got to give it up boy
You see me, I'm gone pro-tect you
And everybody in the hood gone respect you
I won't neglect you, and at times
I might have to check you
All I want from you is a ride or die
Stand by my side sometimes get high
Fly with me to Jamaica
Subtract yourself from these fakas
I told you, when we first met
Good times bad times you won't forget
And you'll see more cash then you ever could get
And you'll have nice things I wanna see you with
But you got to be strong, hold on
Stay true, other playas want a piece of you
But you could get with this or you could get with that
But I'ma step back and let me see where your mind at
[Chorus - 2x]
(talking)
Yeah, now that's why I love my baby
She gone chill at home instead of go and run the streets
That's thug love, that's ghetto love
That's something you can't get enough of
You know, it's like that, L.T. he hitting it
You heard me, thug love, No Limit
C-Murder, Ty, TRU Records respect us
2001, 2002, 2003, you heard me, peep game
[C-Murder Talking]
That's(Fol')Me. That's Me.
Ya Dig? That's Me nigga. Check it out.
[Chorus]
You know that nigga that be strutin' like a thug
(That's Me)
That nigga mean muggin' in them club (That's Me)
You know that nigga, that just don't give a fuck
(That's Me)
And if you playin' wit that boy you betta duck (That's Me)
[Hook]
Cause you don't wanna go to war wit me (war wit me)
I bring my dawgs wit me (dawgs wit me)
All my niggas they gon' fall wit me (fall wit me)
I'm from that CP3
[C-Murder]
It's the 2G plus, and I'ma get my shine on
And break it down like B12 and get my grind on
I'd never leave you hangin, so gimme dap dawg
I'd never play you close because I rap fol'
I'm from the south, yeah I'm strapped, and plus I'm slugged up
And keep movin' on that green and I get fucked up
I hope you niggas takin notes, so pay attention black
I'm the thug of all thugs, now picture that
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder]
This for all my dawgs, out there raisin' hell, brah
Stack yo chips, and make yo mail, brah
From Rolodex to Memorex, to sex on the beach
I disinfect niggas like bleach
Wit my .45 auto on my dresser, I betcha
I wet cha, if you try to step to me nigga
Wit that chop, chop, chop, TRU Records on top
Makin' CEO ends, in a Benz wit my friends
Sippin Hen', straight up out the bottle my nogga
Six deep, so don't you try to follow my nogga
I fuck wit P, and a rowdy nigga like Silkk too
That's my crew, forever nigga T-R-U
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder]
You see them plaques on the wall, we ball, we did that
The most stuck up, chicks you met, we hit that
C-P-3.Com, beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme
It's Cut Boy time, so let a thug nigga shine
You be like, maybe not 'C, or maybe so
I'm straight up, I say yeah dawg or nigga hell no
What I'm gon' do when I get outta jail?
My mind on my money, stack chips, and make mail
Uptown, Downtown, West Bound, I found all my rounds
Wit that pound from them Deadly Soundz
That's how I be, what you get, is what you see
Locked down or free, lil daddy, That's Me
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder Talking]
And they told me to stop thuggin'. You must be crazy.
That's Me. Ya'll better ask sumbody. This aint no game
boy. TRU Records, Respect us. Forever. Peace Out.
(Computer voice)
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
[C-Murder]
Let me see them 3's, put em up
This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world
or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice
(fuck the world nigga you got a choice)
on whether they wanted to be there or not
In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street
(ya heard me?)
Chorus: C-Murder
It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love
I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood
It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love
but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood
[C-Murder]
I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes
and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed up
Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no busta
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues nigga
I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get nigga
You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat
Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch
Chorus 2X
[C-Murder]
It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love
C-Murder, C-P-3-killer
Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age well
Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know
It's war crimes baby, takin over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business
Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto
Will I die I don't know baby
It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs
So I just say to all the young niggaz out there
goin through what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your head high
and keep your heat low, ya heard me?
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
(*talking*)
Ay nigga, ain't you Mac
What you doing in this motherfucker
[Mac]
Camouflage nigga what, you'll catch me in the cut
Fucking shit up for every nigga, the bigger pig the bigger trigger
Cause my niggaz, in the river
Stories about the Mac, will make 'em shiver
They prolly at they crib loading they techs, wondering who I'ma smoke next
Patrolling they set, Malcolm X nigga
The New Orleans Jesus, pack a tre-deuce
And you can bring the drama to Zeus, if you heard about what that 3rd about
Nigga feel that, that fake shit we bout to kill that
On the for real black, I never show-boat
Be on the low, like a black sto' the Mac flow
Sorta like a cracked flo', a different plateau the Mac show
When I attack though, I never turn my back cause
The bullets, penetrate the back slow
(*talking*)
C-Murder (what nigga), man number 187
(what's hap'n), oh you in on murder one
(fucking right), get your shit boy you going upstate
(fuck the world bitch)
[C-Murder]
Nigga I'm C, motherfucking Murder never scary
But it's very necessary, to leave my adversaries buried
Crack sales bring bitches in lines, but I'm eternal
Lethal weapons stay cocked, many niggaz may drop
From the top like flies, I despise you hoes
With crooked smiles, make a nigga wanna 'nap your child
Niggaz bleed, my enemies fearing attack
They move with silence, when nigga bring the violence
Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue
We pass bitches and weed, my nigga Mac planting seeds
Let the devil tell it, bailing making the scene
I whoop the nigga ass in jail, he was a dope fiend
And no collect calls, ghetto pictures on the wall
You gotta crawl and fall, before you ball nigga fuck y'all
Around the way, my niggaz feel what I'm spitting
It's Camouflage and Murder nigga, so pay attention bitch
(*talking*)
Curren$y, I hope you got currency
Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that
You lil' rap mother-(hol-hol'-hol'-hol' up man
I got two million dollars cash, call Stan
I'm out this bitch, you heard me)
[Curren$y]
What you gon do, when you get out of jail
Skerch off the scene, in a yellow ML
4-30, Benz truck
With four bitches inside, who all about letting a dog and his friends fuck
I'm too large, for haters
My niggaz smoke bud tote guns, picture they all on paper
I'm talking bout niggaz like Big, you know who
Ceedy, Wayne, Geezy fuck it the whole crew
Uh we all roll with nines, and bout letting 'em fly
But I try to stay on the low, with mine
Catch lil' daddy slipping, point the 4-4 at his spine
Leave your body in the forest, where no one can find
And you boys, don't want none of that
I know niggaz that look at jail time, like Summer camp holla back
(*talking*)
im a criminal
he's a criminal
she's a criminal
we some criminal's
wouldn't you like to be a criminal too
and we thuggin'!
uh huh
lil boy... from tha south from tha mind to the heart
tru thug niggas from tha heart boy... tru nigga aka... stick up kid
(i gots to have it) i gotta have it... i live the fast life ya herd?
i live the fast life the world ain't big enough for us
check it out...
im a criminal detrimental to your health i break bread with any nigga bad for
your health project boy c-murda milla straight up killa thug nigga somthin
cajun witha pilla tha reefa put ya in a sleepa a night creepa i put 187 in ya
beepa mah phone calls shit i think its tapped?(had to feel ya with tha whole
comble? by the gurt nap gun clappa aka the gun clappa ask my tru niggas we
murderers and we rappas straight criminals from the bush to my shoes i done
paid my dues i dont leave no clues cuz im.
(hook)
criminal minded(x4)
six in the morn po po's at my door just incase the yellow tape at the liquor
store the white chalk around the victim witha vest it was a mess my ashtray was
full of sess? you gotta warrant lets conversate upon the porch but i ain't
trippin im thinkin bout that roach a misdameanor that'll lead to a drugbust 90
kilos in the yard on the schoolbus cant shake? angola to ride this out san
quinton my niggas aint bullshittin' but i aint snitchin shit im official get
the tissue 30 years im a miss you
(hook)
criminal minded(x4)
(afficial)
use a bitch nigga only bust at the feds i better take it like a man if they
give me the chair when them toys come out everbody hit the deck cuz them hot
slugs come out fast like fed-ex im talkin big guns that'll chop ya body remove
ya stomach from ya hip i roll witha real click- we livin the fast life and we
ain't slowin it down im hot like gun shells when they hittin the ground you
niggas them kinda thugs that'll just be nervous get a body from my city
? deserve us no matta the charge misdameanor murda or fraud hoe's bail
like they teach in university halls
(hook)
My life
My block, my spot, my stop stay hot
My truck, stay dropped, my weight stay glocked
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
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
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
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
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
My life, my life, my life
My life ain't right, so I'ma fight all night
My life, my life, my life
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
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
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, that's how we ride
You can't home me
You can't home me
[C-Murder talking]
Now what chu' niggas really gonna do if we come for you
Huh, what chu' really gonna do niggas
It's real out here
[Ms. Peaches talking]
Who's that sayin' they want to test C-Murder man
Say, you don't know, he's original thug boy
And he's a murderer
[Hook: Ms. Peaches]
What chu' gonna do when we come for you
Cause ya niggas don't fuck with TRU
Now we gotta play it raw my nigga
Fuck the law my nigga, it's on my nigga
What chu' gonna do when we come for you
Cause ya niggas don't fuck with TRU
Now we gotta play it raw my nigga
Fuck the law my nigga, it's on my nigga
[C-Murder]
Play it raw, so raw, I'm in the car with a gar
What chu' see is what chu' saw but chu' better play us par
Cut cha' law and ya paw, my temper hot like tar
I'm on the block posted up, with them things loaded up
And if them people pull up and tell my boys to freeze
Buckle up, knuckle up screamin' C-P-3
Gangsta, gangsta whodi, what cha' gonna do
TRU shawty boy, I love them shawty girls too
Cause cash rules everything around me
I'm uptown, ghetto bound with my rounds G
Slugged up, tatted up, Cut Boys don't give a what
We roll with big trucks, whodi throw yo hood up
[Hook]
[Silkk the Shocker]
Some dudes think it's bout rap, look it's bigger than that
The real be up front, you fake dudes get in the back
We got guns and believe me you can get it from that
Gotta lot of money and mostly I ain't get it from rap
You think it's a game cause we ain't jacked in a while
I bust caps in the Y, funny that's why we crackin' a smile
Glad to shut chu' up, cause that's too loud
Don't mess with that file cause that's a while
Still roll through the hood, Bentley with the top off
Feel me, I'm not gon' stop so you can hop on
Man we got bullets that skip playas and hit haters
Slikk and C, No Limit known to get paper
[Hook]
[C-Murder]
What chu' gonna do when we take that beef to far, yeah
My click of hitmen will catch you in ya car, yeah
Shoot out the window of a black Lex, so roll down
When I slow down, they bout to go down, so put cha' holo-co down
You about to catch a hollow from about no tomorrow
With notes I wrote and my gats not borrowed
So I'ma dump it after I dump in you, ya chump you
I been TRU and plus you only seen what I done been through
[Master P]
Here we go again (What man)
From the streets to the pen (That boy been to the pen)
[C-Murder]
Them boys is at it again (Sho')
TRU Records came to represent (C-Murder)
[Master P]
No Limit
No Limit
[Hook with Master P ad-libs]
[Ian Lewis to fade]
We drink Cristal, enough Alize
And our Lexus Jeeps, say must stay paid
We party all night till the break of day
TRU is our family and we here to stay
We drink Cristal, enough Alize
And our Lexus Jeeps, say must stay paid
We party all night till the break of day
TRU is our family and we here to stay
Can't stop, can't stop, what you gonna do
What you gonna do when they come for you
Can't stop, can't stop, what you gonna do
What you gonna do when they come for you
We drink Cristal, enough Alize
And our Lexus Jeeps, say must stay paid
We party all night till the break of day
(payphone door closes)
(phone rings)
C-Murder: Hello
Jim Shoe Loco: Hey! Is this C-Murder
C-Murder: what?
Jim Shoe Loco: the No Limit guy.C-Murder
C-Murder: man who da fuck this is?
Jim Shoe Loco: hey its Jim Shoe Loco
C-Murder: Nigga it 5 mu fuckin thirty in the morn... How you got my fuckin number anyway
Jim Shoe Loco: yo i stole it from your girlfriend
C-Murder: dogg dont ever fuckin call me with this bullshit!
Jim Shoe Loco: what a minute
C-Murder: what
Jim Shoe Loco: mait a minute wait a minute... dont act like that.dont do dat... i just want you to listen to my demo
C-Murder: nigga when i see you.ima kill you ya sister ya auntie.ya dog.and pull the roses out cha house.bitch dont call me with this shit foo'(hangs up phone)
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
(talking)(popeye)
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
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
[Slay Sean]
How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shades
down, you know Slay and Black paid now
Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2 deep
Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that foolishness
I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips
Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split
Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin
You saw what would happen, gun blastin
Squeezin off til I'm the last one
[hook] 2x
You gone ride - Take It Outside
You gone die - Take It Outside
You gone cry - Take It Outside
Take It Outside, Take It Outside
[C-Murder]
Now if you wanna ride or die, then try
but let me get high so that my mind can fly
Because I'm just that kinda guy, people wonder why
I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent
in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep
187 will be yo last beep beep
I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets
toe tag yo feet, yo feet
I treat ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya up
A roughneck nigga that'll ruff ya up
Like a quick car wash, I'll touch ya up
Cause I look at ya'll like sittin ducks
Boy don't you understand that I'm the man
wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta ghetto fans
At first you was tellin me to keep it trill
But now they know T-R-U is real
One hundred and eighty seven percent
I remember when my pockes were full of lent
All my real niggas like next to kin
So testin me is like testin them, now what!
I guess it's buck ya'll time
I guess it's time for the second line
My last cd was "Trapped in Crime"
so you already know what's on my mind
[hook]
[Black Felon]
What What
Say I had 16 bars
How many muthafuckas can drive 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads
Take em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes
(haha they don't know)
Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggas
from Desire be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game dude
who can spit it better than me?
Ever seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown)
Eventhough he gotta vest on (vest on)
Nigga walk up to yo dogg witta dress on
and start spittin some shit, that'll split you at the
chest bone (chest bone)
You fuckin wit the wrong click
We gotta army of niggas who don't give a fuck who u
run wit bitch, get cha wig split
Think it's a game, but it aint, Black Felon, Slay
Sean, and C
Bustin on some of that T-R-U shit
[hook]
[Traci]
Nigga take it outside, I was born to represent
Tru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this chick
Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, bandana'd up
Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont give a fuck
Who want what, they get stuck
I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit both
Arms up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband
understand the game cold but got colder when it met me
I came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be
And I don't run, it's the same place where you met me
Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me
I get up in yo face, nigga, so don't test me
Hard to get at me, but try ya luck
I make niggas stutter and I leave em stuck
When this track come on, watch em all get buck
Traci just represented is you warin or what?
[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
[Chorus x2: C-Murder]
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 x2]
[?:]
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 x2]
[C-Murder:]
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost
Huh, they spookin'
It's cool, fuck the day dog
Check this out
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
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
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 ain't 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 later I'm gone be boxed up
Nobody trustin' me, they know I'm comin'
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 five O
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
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
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
We'll score a team with the felon's
Where y'all did the misdameanors
Niggas my age was pushin' beamers
Niggas that sprayed was 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
This routine, you pussies start ya new thing
I'm from the city where everything 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
But bullets in that shinny new truck
What ya know about fightin' for 5 days?
Hangin' niggas upside down, comin' at ya sideways
A crooked H is goin' 67 5 and I add them 3 quarters
For the ride plus I'm high
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
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
I got this world in the tip of my pistol, shining like crystal on my waist
Shadow ducking the barell, reflecting off in his face
He's below his lace, so my tape's no longer lead
Stomp in the expedition, my mission was made to speed
Blazing up the weed, tried my tint's and armored lint
Checking up on my schedule, for all the Benz I spent
Get the hustling broad, put the one out of socket
Having enough to catch life, in all four of my pockets
You understand, and click your hand late
It's time to cope for what you never ate
Guts and nuts on the dinner plate
Love is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocals
Hustling on the streets, when it's hotter than Akapolko
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
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
Song: NL Iggaz
[C-Murder talking]
What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka
nigga talkin' bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you
gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what's happn' No Limit forever
lil' daddy it's cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out
[C-Murder]
Nigga nigga I'mma rider never gave a fuck about the other side
Me & my niggas we love to get high
An break the rules
Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped
I only give my real niggas dap
Me & my click is so close it's fucked up
My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up
An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro
These niggas bout to straight get plucked
I'mma millionaire
These ghetto niggas put me there
Showed me love
Nigga pass the dub
It's a TRU thang
Respect it like your last name
Or get touched boy
I don't give a fuck boy
C-Murder:(Chorus)
No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
TRU niggas on a mission muggin' in club niggas
No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
TRU niggas on a mission don't give a fuck nigga
[Reapeat]
[Afficial group member #1]
Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car
Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars
I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood
Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge
Fuck it I'll do the sentence lift weights & read books
Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books
Only understand crooks ya'll niggas is suckers
I'm in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us
I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself
So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth
Nine outta ten niggas is haters I'm the other one
Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds
[Afficial group member #2]
Uh hu I bet ya'll love the way I flips em' out
Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out
I done took it where ya'll can't go now how bout that
I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats
An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough
An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough
What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats
That's why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac's
Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways
Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday's
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
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
[hook]2x
Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go
Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'
[T-Bo]
Aaaaaaaah!
Came in this bitch to shut this muthafucka down
Baton Rouge and Louisiana so you know I'm bout to clown
When the thugs get to bussin, duck down hit the ground
Stay out my water boy if you don't want to drown
You keep fuckin wit me, they gone find yo ass dead
When my song come on, they gon act a pussy on yo head
This for them thugs in the club, who straight, don't mind dying
And them ballers in the parking lot, straight sitting on shine
C-Murder called me up, and said "T-Bo it's time
to represent the dirty south and make 'em respect yo mind"
Trunk loads of soldiers always starting some shit
So stay the fuck from 'round us if you aint down with my click
Be on the lookout for them boys with them rags 'round they fo'head, (Uh Ohh)
Group of muthafuckas that got security hollerin 'Code Red'
Get Crunk, Get Buck, ya'll pussy bitches get stuck
When we come to yo town, tear the fuckin club up
Only white boy with the click, so you know I must be sick
You don't like me rollin wit TRU?, suck my fuckin dick
I'm from that 504, minus 279
Come and get you somethin', see me thuggin in that 225
[chorus] 8x
Back 'em up, Get Crunk
Back 'em up, Get Buck
[Master P]
Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler
CP3, whodi they'll bust ya
Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo's
I aint Ludacris but I can throw dem bo's
Concerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fat
T-R-U hot, tell the dj's to play that
Now give it to me, I want the jewels and the money
And ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies
[chorus] 4x
[Silkk the Shocker]
We the type of niggas, ya'll don't ever wanna have beef wit
We'll pull some sneak shit, and get off with some creep shit
Do anything for the look, for the stash and the cash
My face to recognizable dog, so I'ma need the mask
See they didn't want to feel us until we had to empty the cannon
Tryna hold us, but they just comin up, empty handed
I know some love us, and I know that some can't stand us
Me, P, and C we all thugs, seem like that shit just runs in the family
[hook]
[C-Murder]
You know we thugged out, from the cradle to the grave
Them TRU Boys, The Miller Boys with T-Bo and some chrome toys
Dome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby, for life
No Limit to the fullest, with a bullet, so think twice
Lil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, Truck
Them Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck, cause we don't give a fuck
I'm real with it, XL bring the Deadly Soundz beat
And Watch a nigga like C bring the heat
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
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
[Soulja Slim & C-Murder]
I don't give a fuck
Don't even fuck with me niggas better duck
niggas niggas you better duck what
I don't give a fuck
Don't even fuck with me you nigga better duck
Niggas we gettin buck
Hook 2X:
I don't give a fuck
Nigga whut
I'm bout it bout it
I just aint no good ass rapper
[Soulja Slim]
You don't wanna fuck with me I'm murdered out
I'm dirty south quick to push pistals aoff in your mouth
I told you once what I was bout
Guess you ain't pay attention
You put your self in this positon
Beefin what's your intention
I ain't got time for that i done that in my younger days
So I'm lay low knock you off your feet with the drummer on the cage
I love the town that's blocka blocka
Blocka, blocka
Constently block block to blocka blocks
Don't fuck with me bitch nigga
I'm gun smoke the ditch digga
Go getter since goes to show nigga
You know me
If i holla whoadie my soldiers coming with out question
Suited and booted
Face'l expression full of that flooishness
Hook 4X: Soulja Slim & C-Murder
{C-Murder)
Ya'll heard of me
I'm Callio and I don't give a lilly
From a perm bling bling
Ya'll had you lookin silly
I'm C-Murder plus I'm murdered out
i represent every nigga out the dirty south
I keeps it treal, work the mill
Plus twenty more and still they catch me
In the projects by the liquore store
'cause I don't give a fuck
If a nigga buck I buck back
Niggas pull they shit and cock they shit they already hit
Ain't that a bitch
I'm head bust on a slick door
Watch a nigga, pop a nigga, drop a nigga
I ain't forgot you nigga
I love it when you iced up
and bring the price up
Skee mask nigga, don't make me put this mic up
Hook 4X: Soulja Slim & C-Murder
(T-Bo)
I ain't giving a fuck what you talking bout
I'm a represent the dirty south
Till my gold teeth fall out my fuckin mouth
I'm bout it bout I just ain't no good ass rapper
Got everybody and they mama sayin "That's that cracker"
Got damn right that's me rollin with Slim and C
Represent the BRC, the Magnolia and the C-p-3
Gimmie your wrist watch
Better hope you don't see comming down your street
In a beat up Cutlass hollin ass
Windows down gun out skee mask screamin FUCK
Hook 4X: Soulja Slim & C-Murder
C-Murder
What we don't give a fuck
Ya heard me
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
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
[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
(*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
(C-Murder)
(CP3.com... whassap... dont make me get that gizzat)
Hook
Don't fuck around and make me hit you wit dat choppa (don't make me get that Gun)
(dont make me get that gizzat, don't make me get that Gun)
Don't fuck around and make me hit you wit dat choppa (don't make me get that gizzat, don't make me get that Gun)
Don't make me get my Gat, don't make me get my Gun
Don't fuck around and make me chop you wit dat choppa (Don't make me get my Gat, don't make me get my Gun)
(C-Murder)
Don't make me get that thang and make some people go to jail for ya,
Ya might call the Choppas but the po-po's call the crime stoppas
Yo, im deep up in the ghetto leave the 40's and using perkacets
Takin thangs, purses, chains its all that the perps is wit,
murder 1 an murder 2 the evidence is critical, plus the motive wit it doow?
The jury might not let ya go, i betcha if ya dry the riva, probably you'll find em all, but i aint sayin shit, fuck around an have a re-call.
Closed case, see the pictures,
Oh they found some fingerprints, re-opened by the governement, he musta been wit it den,
vereran don't need no kind a evidence an thats a fact, you gotta keep it on the low an make me go get that gat...
(hook x 2)
(T-Boz)
T-Boz an C-Murder, boii we thuggin for sure, fucks wit Limit or TRU, an bitches will get curbed, kick doors (?)extacy and optimal, strip clubs buck naked hoes, white dude now black hoes, what you sees not battle rappin, bitch im in to car jackin', kidnappin', droppin dope, triple beams an bitch slappin,
alot of rappers think they hard, gave these bitches hoe card, talkin shit in studios, im on the streets in camoflauge, tattoos and battle scars, convicted felons an hooptie cars, im in your house, say whats up, your pussy ass can catch a charge,
please dont make me call your name, its a damn shame wat the game don changed, you eva talk about TRU an believe ima let yo brains hang...
(hook x 2)
Silk Tha Shocka
Yo, ma gun thats my nigga, thats ma woodie thats ma round, if you let em catch you slippin he gon put cha in tha ground, i was know at a early age for totin the gauge, wit hallow heads, im dumpin fedz an tryin to get paid, im dedicated to represent, that TRU click bitch, i spit that real shit for wigs to get split, ma finga stays on that trigga to murda a bitch nigga, us niggas dont yap about it we commin to deal witcha, if C give me the word, im leaving ya on the curb, chopped up like a uncut bird, ready to serve, ma nigga we play it raw and take that beef shit far, leave ya body smokin like toke and chopped wit a sawed off
Chorus 2X: XL
I'm Know they see me coming
I'm A baller
Just cuz I got money they wanna lock me up tonight
[Verse One: C-Murder]
I Know you see me coming
I just left the dungen with handcuffs on me
But you aint my homie what
I'm on a paper chase you trying to take my place
Fuck they system that's right (Damn C-Murder dissed them)
You see me on TV, court TV
Take my freedom from me but I'm still gonna be a G
Locked down to free thats me the Miller boy
Chrome carrier I'll burry ya but I'm smooth
You couldn't fit my shoes
I make the news on a regular
Six? burry ya scary ya
You don't wanna mess with me
That means I get the ski mask and X your ass whoa!
For real though I'm looking for a reason
Cuz in the Calliope it's duck hunting season
My mama say boy you better let it go
But I'm gonna pull an R Kelly and keep it on the down low WHOA!
Chorus 2X: XL
[Verse Two: MAC]
Take a shot take these niggas in the pace
Me and my doggs hangin' them like drapes let me say this
Ain't no love if you transparent
You also know is week who to put these niggas to sleep
Shits deep proverts is what I'm speaking cussing like Puerto Ricans
Buss them till you leaking I sound like who?
World War III you don't wanna start me nigga
GT is where my muthafuckin heart be nigga
I'm a lion king ducking with a gat in my hand
Little kid would you like to be a murder man
Soulja rag on my eye soulja?
Bitch niggas try to stop me I reverse the game WHOA!
Chorus 2X: XL
[Verse Three: T-Bo]
Got damn them bitches hate when you up
and got a couple of bucks and hate you when you broke
What is this what the fuck?
I like candy Benz and pointing in trims and big ole trucks
Dollars to tip strippers couple of chickens to pluck
You must be sick in the head if you think I do this for ya'll
I do this for my family, I do this to ball
and I promise ya'll when I hit the top I never gone fall
Back down to the bottom again Bitch I'm never gone fall
I got 10 whips 20 chicks and a house made of bricks
One gold mouth piece especally made for talking shit
Till you rock those big chains trying to catch cracker slim
Put on your track shoes?
Chorus: XL
(*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
[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
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
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
Now I ain't never robbed rally's
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 ain't 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
Four hundred years of pain and now this
It's like them cockroaches 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, 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 ain't movin'
It's like a dream, 'cause all they want is Murder
That's what it seem
They don't want this chorus, all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
Come meet me in the projecets 'cause it's a set up
And the only way to stop, watch him get wet up
Ain't 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
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 confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken puzzle
Russian Roulette 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
And fightin' at night behind bars the devil hit me wit a murder charge
[C-Murder: talking]
Fuck them bitches
Ladies, I ain't forget about y'all
I'm down for my bitches too you heard me
TRU Records respect us
I'd die for my bitches, fuck them other bitches
[Chorus x2]
Fuck them other bitches
Fuck them ragged ass hoes
Fuck them other bitches
Fuck them trifling ass hoes
Fuck them other bitches
Fuck them dirty ass hoes
Ole' nasty ass hoes
Ole' stank ass hoes
[Ms. Peaches]
Man fuck them bitches, you think I'm worried bout them hoes
All that mugging and bugging bitch I ain't bout no trouble
Now you done let your girls buck you up with all that yapping
Bitch I'm bout action if you ain't know who I am I don't give a fuck
You got it on your mind well bitch it's on my mind too
Whatever, whenever shit I'ma bring that fucking noise to you
You and your click hollin' I'm bout this and bout that
Well me and my girls bitch we gone show fa sho' we doubt that
Them hoes mad cause I'm down with TRU Records riding Excursions
DVD's on chrome interior leather but I bet you
Them hoes don't, want to fuck with me
I got a click of gangsta bitches that'll bust for me
If you ain't heard this and that I tell a hoe to her face
Don't give a fuck what you got on you from that blade to that mace
Cause if a hoe gone shake man that hoe better kill me
Cause if I'm still breathing I'ma make sure that bitch feel me
[Chorus x2]
[Traci]
Back up off me bitch, my time recognize
Get up off me trick 'fore I expose your insides
Fuck you bitch, remix, we can take it outside
So these hoes can see, how real chicks ride
Where they at, there they go, can't stand no fake hoe
No stank hoe, no think she could when she can't hoe
Confronting me with that bullshit, liquor flow hoe
You slow, make me bugged and shit, but not no more
How many hoes wanna go, against this chick right here
Caps still and throwing this here with g-nice I'm right here
You bout to sneeze ooh, look bitch I'm right here
Go ahead and talk that shit I'ma still be right here
So how you think you posted up in your face, with your nigga
Think you need to step back so you could see a clearer picture
And girl, we here to let these bitches know (what Trac')
Girl fuck what you going and fuck what you stand fo'
[Chorus x2]
[Mia X]
Fuck them other bitches looking hard in the club
Trying to bump cause they hating thinking to jump in the club
Trying to stunt in the club like y'all bout that shit
We spraying mace dead in your face straight run you out that bitch
Y'all hoes can pick if you want, but I'm not that bitch
What, headline gone read Mama popped that thug
And about my click, we so thick and we stay so fly
I guess that's why you chickenheads can bust a evil eye
Well please don't try, let the alcohol or the song bust you
Straight razor cut you bunch of messy ugly motherfuckers
Run up like we soft cause we pretty as mountains
You bitch you, we fin to remmy red bottles to hit you
You bitch you, and it ain't over till the paramedics come and get you
High beamed up on stretchers you and your bitch crew
We gone ride, we gone walk
Better know where you walk cause uh, we go fo'
My bitches don't start but they do wild out
We knock the gums out your mouth before we even get it out, fuck em
[Chorus x2]
[Chorus 2]
Fuck them other bitches
Cause I'm down for my bitches
Fuck them other bitches
I bust rounds for my bitches
Fuck them other bitches
I'm gone clown for my bitches
Fuck them other bitches
It's all about my bitches
[Chorus 3]
Fuck them other bitches
Cause I rides for my bitches
Fuck them other bitches
I just tore up your tire with my bitches
[Chorus 4]
Fuck them other bitches
I gets money jump slides with my bitches
Fuck them other bitches
T-R-U ya heard me? Trick Daddy Dollars y'all huh
C-Murder, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide
Whatever, uh huh, watch 'em
[C-Murder]
Watch the police when I'm rollin through the projects
My pants sag so I'm labelled as a suspect
Who gave the boys in blue, the authority
to harass me cause I live in the minority
Check yourself player, cause I ain't the one
You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a
You been harassin me, since I was a teenager
But now that I got a Roley with a Benz and a pager
they pull me over and search in my car
So you lookin for the product, but could it be narcotic
And just because I'm from the CP3
I gotta watch the police because they scared of me
[Chorus]
Watch the police - coming straight from the underground
Watch the police - a young nigga got it bad cause I'm
brown
Watch the police - if you a teenager (watch, watch)
Watch the police - with a little bit of gold and a
pager
[Trick Daddy]
I'ma teach they motherfuckin ass 'bout playin with me
I'ma take they ass on one
Thug Life, for them niggaz in the county jail
State pens and feds, nigga
I'm tired of the motherfuckin po'-po'
They keep sweatin a nigga, sittin all in the do'
Po' flashin the light in the dark and for what?
Is it cause the trunk make so much thump?
See I'm Trick Daddy Dollars, and hoes they call me Mr.
Scholars
You could lock me up, but I'll make bail regardless
You wanna know have I ever been arrested?
Misdemeanor, felony or domestic
So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it
Did time for work, but I ain't seen a brick since
I don't fuck with niggaz who I don't know
I'm gettin money, gettin blunted, nigga watch the po'-
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
Watch the police - in my hood, they'll pull you over
and put dope on you, and bring you to jail
Makin twenty-four a year
They catch you with 70K, they gon' keep it
C, tell 'em what's happenin
[C-Murder]
I'm tired of the jackin and harassin (and harassin)
Every time I see you pass, it make me wanna blast
I'm C with the criminal behavior
I'm a gangsta with paper, and plus I got flavor
My identity by itself causes violence
I catch them without they badge and gun and then they
silent (Shhhh)
"Get out of the car!" It don't matter if you smaller or
bigger
"You're under arrest!" When a sucka in a uniform run up
on a TRU nigga
Shinin that light in my face and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
And I can't be touched, that's why I laugh when I get
away {*squeals*}
But to my homie, this is what I say
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Around my neighborhood, they just be hackin you up for
no reason
Just askin you all kind of questions
Puttin the light all in your face
Man, what's wrong with them? Man, that's why we gotta
watch 'em
[Chorus]
(Chorus) Akon
See everybody wanna fake and pretend
But me im tired of goin in and outta the pen
Im done with disobeyin the law
One false move and ill be back in the yard,(This is for my thugs)
If i had a choice i wouldn't do it again
Ill unload the clip and conversate with my friend
Now this thing shouldn't be that hard
I done lost my dog now im fallin apart
(Verse 1) C-Murder
They got me caught up in a situation,hectic,got me crazy like glue My homies dyin for colors,but me im ridin for true
See i aint sidin wit you,im always dodgin the blue
I got two records on the rise,im only signin my crew
Forever loyal,no lyin
No broken links,come try
Ima rep the CP3 until the day that i die
Daddy threw it at me,but then i threw it right back
Tried to hit me wit dat curve,but ima fool wit dat bat
Now how you like me now,im gettin bigger,and richer
A third world villian,come here shorty take a picture
Still thuggin in the streets all day,just a lil bit
You see dem cutboys loadin,now thats a real click
Straight goons wit sum change,bust brains,maintain
Im the same lame wit sumin to gain
So i pray for em tryna cross,cuz im the boss
Papi's moves was false,now he lost,the streets cost
(Chorus)
(Verse 2) C-Murder
Im havin visions of a nightmare,every suckas playin me close
Im on the cover of the source,with america's most
So many memories of thuggin,and pushin it to the limit
Didn't have it,I had to get it,them forces im comin wit it
Them wigs was gettin splitted,im tatted up ya dig me
Task was tryna kill me,railroad n deal me
I had to make em feel me,no duckin n hidin
200 on the dash of the whip i was drivin
I hit the studio,let the pain flow
Watch the grange dro,rock that chain low
Calio the same coat
Dirty G,Porch Boy Rest In Peace
I wont let them bustas bury me mane,ima beast
Drinkin 1 and 1's,2 and 3's,and let my mind free
Im against the wall,cuz my enemies behind me
They wanna see me in the bin or the pine b,
Im under the radar homie,you'll never find C
Tru records
Tru records
Bitch I'm a soldier
Tru records
Tru records
Don't want to war with us
Tru records
Bitch I'm a soldier
Tru records
Don't want to war with us
Tru records
Bitch I'm a soldier
Tru records
Don't want to war with us
Tru records
Bitch I'm a soldier
Tru records
Don't want to war with us
Tru records
Bitch I'm a soldier
Tru records
Don't want to war with us
Tru records
Bitch I'm a soldier
Tru records
You don't want to war with us
Tru records
Bitch I'm a soldier
[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
[Chorus x2: C-Murder]
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 x2]
[?:]
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 x2]
[C-Murder:]
(Master P talking)
What about uh, we do a 67 huh, and then you do me twice
Then you owe me you heard me, where the party at
[Chorus: Bass Heavy]
Somebody tell me where the party's at
Crystal and mo you know we like it like that
Tell all the mamis where the ballers be
Popping bottles with the soldiers in the VIP
[Master P]
Hold the block down, don't stop now
Take your watch is he gone, is he out of town
Say you miss me, then kiss me
Let me fly it in the air like a frisby
Call me king kong, get your freak on
Jump in the bed let's play ping pong
Make you sing like a record deal
Crystal on the floor make sure that it don't spill
Put your legs on the dresser for some hangtime
I'm like Maxwell, baby press rewind
And when you see me girl, holler ooh wee
And if we rolling we can do it in the humvee
[Chorus]
[Krazy]
I'm getting head on the highway I damn near wrecked
Don't speak, just swallow and now guess who's next
In the mood for exotic sex
I ain't tripping in the room, for 10 minutes now start stripping
Sexy, with me, cess weed
You can be, that freak, you wanto to be
Ecstasy from me baby, when you ride me
I can hear you scream please don't cum inside me
In your life for a minute not the long hall
The bench up unless I'm bringing you up against the wall
With this coochie fuck, you scream out my name
With your wedding band on you feel no shame
[Chorus]
[Silkk The Shocker]
You know us No Limit we come through, shut shit down
We can see it on they face whenever we come around
I know now, but I didn't know then
I can keep it jumping from the a to the p.m.
Party at my house, I'll make y'all wait pass the bently
Sitting on Jordans, but for those who can't count pass twenty
I Shocker, promise to keep this thing cracking
Polish you in the back like why what's happening
Bounce a little something, you know how we do
In the back VIP, toasting on don p
Sipping on some mo, getting on the floor
Getting at your chick but keep it on the low
Your man ain't got to know so don't tell him
Cause he'll get jealous, just between me, you and the fellas
I stay away from boos like R. Kelly
Feeling on your bo-oo-ty, right before I nail them, holla
[Chorus]
(Master P: outro)
Good lordy, it's a party
See the boys and the girls acting naughty
Good lordy, it's a party
See the boys and the girls getting naughty
Good lordy, it's a party
No Limit on top and we naughty
Good lordy, it's a party
[C-Murder talking]
XL, this one hear I call keep it real baby, I mean keep
it real
I'ma cut boy (TRU records) what you want me or my money
huh?
(Deadly Soundz) let me know somethin' now ya heard what
you want
( keep it real) my money
[Chorus - Ms. Peaches]
No I don't want your money
Your such a crazy thang
You know you keep it so real
Ooh baby please don't change
[C-Murder]
Now I'm a cut boy, you know what that means I'll never
change(brah)
We seek a women she gonna have ta play tha game
I play tha game raw, I used ta hustle outside
In tha cut, bundle outside at 2B, thirty five
An if tha flash lights pass on my block I ball block
Ain't no pity in my city when my dawgs be actin' shitty
Bloom bloom pernt blank, we hitcha wit tha head shot
Hero, he's not cause he just got a fed spot
Homicide on my trail(on my trail)cause I'm sleepin' by
my antee
Them niggas wanna thank me
I live tha life of thug, wit thug love
Lets keep it real
You want my money or you want to chill
[Chorus] - 2X
[C-Murder]
Now when I say No limit, yall say soulja
No Limit - Soulja
No Limit - Soulja
Now when I say TRU, yall say soulja
TRU - Soulja
TRU - Soulja
Alright back to tha mission, let me back it up a notch
Drop a heater on a cot & get tha chronic out tha box
'Fore I light dat
Ya hit me, I'ma hittin' ya right back
Ante up click, click now show me where tha ice at
What kind of boys be just slangin' that iron - them cut
boys
What kind of boys really don't mind dyin' - we cut boys
What kind of boys takin' over them streets - them cut
boys
What kind of boys from that CP3(Callio, ya heard)
[Chorus] - 4X
(talking)
Slang or rap, two sides to the story
What side you gone choose, it's on you ya dig
It's either (slang or rap) it's either this or that
But check it out
[Chorus]
It's either this or that, now what you mean
This or that, it's either this or that
Now what you mean, this or that
It's either this or that, now what you mean
This or that, it ain't no in between black
And you know I mean that
[C-Murder]
Ain't no in between nothing, now let me tell you something
You either love me or hate me and yes the streets made me
And yes, I must, gone do just what I feel
I guess you could call that, keeping it real
Cause gangstas don't live that long, I can't tell
Cause me and my dogs is a long way from hell
But not too far from jail it's either, this or that
You remember you gave me dap, of course I was strapped
Silly rabbit you know, tricks are for kids
My homie's facing years, too lifetime big
Now what should I do, that nigga said he was TRU
So with no hesitation I'm at the sub station
No rehabilitation, I wanna see you freeze
I wanna see you back at town chilling with me
And see, the laws looking for his family
It's either this or that cuz are you down with me
[Keala]
The ghetto made me famous, which way should I go
Wanna do the right thing but the streets all I know
So I choose to be TRU that's the way that I feel
You either love me or hate me cause I'm keeping it real
[C-Murder]
Say brah why don't you rap, just like a tree a need you
You know that G don't like me he's a dog you oblite me
Quit tugging on my sleeve, just like it's all good
See me I'm from the hood I'm never gone change it's all good
Papa didn't raise me, mama didn't care for me
I never left the streets my niggas they was there for me
A bastard child, no future, no hope
The streets took me in so I bubble up the dope
I'm not radio friendly, I guess it's not in me
I hate Officer Friendly, my charges still pending
It's me against the world, confessions to my girl
Ghetto pussy's quite tempting forgive me for gimping
I'm not Simon, ain't nothing bout me simple
I'll bust you like a a pimple, ain't tripping on your kin folk
I wish everybody in the world could be like me
It's T-R-U and Kevin Miller, rest in peace
[Chorus - 2x]
[Keala]
The ghetto made me famous, which way should I go
Wanna do the right thing but the streets all I know
So I choose to be TRU that's the way that I feel
You either love me or hate me cause I'm keeping it real
[C-Murder]
Now let me tell a little story bout this boy named C
A poor breaded child from the C-P-3
And then one day, got the powder from these dudes
And then he found out it could bubble up too
(talking)
Now that's how the hustle game started you heard me
Yeah, slang or rap, like that, and then I flipped it
And went to the rap game, you heard me
That's what I'm doing now
It's either this or that, slang or rap
Understand, love me or hate me, ain't no in between
TRU Records respect us Deadly Soundz forever
One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)
Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
still runnin' from the police
(Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
[Dramacydal]
I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G
A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police
Nigga, you know that's true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all OK
'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Damn, I hope it don't spill
Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel
Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep
I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo
But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep
like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards
So I, grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police
[Interlude: Buju Banton]
I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
[Stretch]
Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route
to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
on them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White
[Stretch]
And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it
I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal
[Notorious B.I.G.]
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*)
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
[Interlude: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me North
Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best
[2Pac]
They got me runnin' from the five-oh
duckin and dodgin in my survival
The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe
I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shit
Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands
on tight, cause I ain't givin up
I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch
Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend
Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin with the thorough heads
We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police
Cut ya speaka's up
Come check out that gutta music
Rough, rugged, raw uncut
Where you at, Los?
(It's murda)
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
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
Papa was a Rollin' Stone, papa wasn't home
Me, moms and the kids stuck at home
I said fuck that, I'ma get paid
I'ma 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 mentality
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 ain't never gone change
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
My future's gettin' dim, my chances gettin' slim
I'm steady rappin' and they steady attackin'
Will I forever be behind bars lookin' out the window?
I'm thinkin' 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, really did me in
But I'm still proud to be the black man standin' in the crowd
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 cool playboy, I feel ya pain, I'm still in chains
And I still didn't change but they don't here me though
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
Mama, how you figure?
I'm a nigga destined for pain
(You ain't never gonna change)
Somebody tell me why, why they wanna take my place?
