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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 TRU is our family and we here to stay |
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You don't wan' fuck wit me, I'm murdered out, I'm dirty south We can push pistols off in yo mouth I told you once what I was bout, guess you aint pay attention You put yourself in this position, beefin was your intentions I aint got time for that, I done that in my younger days So I'ma lay low, knock you off your feet with the drum on the 'K I love the town where they BLUCKA BLUCKA, BLUCKA BLUCKA Constantly hearin BLUCK BLUCK, BLUCK BLUCK Don't fuck with me bitch nigga I'm Gunsmoke the ditch digga Go getta, Cisco fa sho nigga, ya know me If I holler Whodi, my soldiers comin without questions Suited and booted, facial expressions full of that foolishness [chorus] 4x [C-Murder] Ya'll heard of me, I'm Callio and I don't give a Lily From a gunpoint range I'll have you lookin silly I'm C-Murder, plus I'm murdered out I'm representin, every nigga up out that dirty south I keeps it trill, worth a mill, plus 20 mo' And still you'll catch me in the projects by the liquor sto' Cause I don't give a fuck, a nigga buck, I buck back Niggas pull they shit, and cock they shit, you already hit (BLOO!) Aint that a bitch, I'ma head busta on the slick though So watch a nigga, pop a nigga, drop a nigga Shit, I aint forgot ya nigga I love it when you iced up, that brings the price up Ski masked nigga (gun cocks) don't make me put this mic up [chor |
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[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 [chorus] fade until end |
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(*gun shots & ambulance*)
[Chorus - 4x] Let me see what you working with, working with Let me see what you twerking with, that's my girl [C-Murder] I don't want to see your eyes, I just want to see your ass And I want to see you make that thang bounce so fast I got fifteen ones, and fifteen fives And I want to see it clap about fifteen times Sip the crystal, if you want some wine But pass me the moet, I'm bout to make a poet Let it bounce, shake it fast, throw them bows, touch your toes Girl back that thang up, back that thang up I want to see you twerk something, hurt something That's right, show the world, now that's my girl Bounce left, bounce right, girl you look so tight Aiight, we can kick it like this all night [Chorus - 4x] [C-Murder] I like em tall, I like em short, I like em bright, I like em dark To get love, she got to be sitting on dubs At the club cute face, nice thighs, daddy's eyes And she looking at me funny, I hope it's not my money You a big fine woman I can see your tattoos I should call the police cause you packing one of them tools Girl you giving me the blues, or should I say blue balls And you got more junk in your trunk than a you-Haul Now shake what your mama gave you I'm so glad that your daddy made you Strip clubs is the place that pays you And no I ain't no Captain Save-A Now take it off, take it off And let a TRU playa break you off something freak [Chorus - 4x] [C-Murder] Nobody moves, nobody get's hurt I want to see the girl with the wet t-shirt She told me to call her when they play this song And she'd give me a dance with the g-string on And she'll let it hang and make it clap and make it clap Oooh, how I like it when she do it like that One, my girl, two, show the world Three, that's my song, four, put your g-strings on [Chorus - 4x] Now shake what your mama gave you You look good and your daddy made you - 2x Now bounce, let it bounce, bounce what Let it bounce, bounce huh, let it bounce Just do the damn thang girl (*ad-libs*) TRU Records, respect us, yeah... |
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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 talk |
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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 It just don't phase me |
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The system got niggas missin', they ain't never comin' home
I can't live like this I gotta get from back here I can't get a good lawyer I can't eat right, it's R.I.P. either way Rest In Peace or Rest In Prison [C-Murder] I woked up an strapped on my shoes I'm in a three man cell wit my homeboys Skinew & Boo C-Murder is tha name dat they gave me An 187 what I'm facin' you can't save me An uh nigga I really don't give a fuck No hesitation, if you trip dawg you gettin' stuck Already did three years in tha county, dats how they found I had my 3rd Ward niggas round me Tha Callio nigga what they hittin' for At Rose Tavern, they caught me at tha liquor store My baby boo she couldn't hide tha dope quicker I'm on tha news now, down goes another nigga An murder weapon in my draws I had to pause They took me down town, nigga where's my phone call I'm facin' life for tryna get my swerve on A young nigga I'll never see tha 3rd homes [Chorus: Ms. Peaches + C-Murder] It's kinda hard comin' up in this wicked world as a ghetto boy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)As a ghetto boy Ghetto boy comin' up in these ghetto streets (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)In these ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up & find yaself in penitentairy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy)penitentiary [C-Murder] Now I'm hittin' them clubs, 23 years old An still on parole, wit a mouth fulla golds I might whoop some ass tonight These lil' young ass niggas they better get they mind right Lil' daddy move I'm bigger than you I got these brass knuckles but damn dat fool had a twenty two I use to be a young thug way back I tried to brake but too late he bust six caps Wit beaucoup blood on my hand, I couldn't understand How this young thug could shoot me man I useta be tha same way back in tha days, but shit changed Don't fuck wit tha lil' man [Chorus] It's kinda hard comin' up in this wicked world as a ghetto boy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) Ghetto boy comin' up in these ghetto streets (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) What you gonna do when you grow up & find yaself in penitentairy (a lil', lil', just a lil' ghetto boy) (Justa lil' ghetto by) (Justa lil' ghetto boy) (Justa lil' ghetto boy) |
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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) [Chorus - 4x] |
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[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) C-P-3.Com |
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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? [hook] |
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(*computer voice*) T-R-U, No Limit forever The world is ours (Chorus) No Limit nigga, soldier - 4x [C-Murder] I got that tank tatted on my arm, cause I mean that I call myself C-Murder dog, because I seen that So call me a soldier brah, that's what I claim Ain't no TRUer motherfuckers in this motherfucking game It's No Limit, you don't wanna go to war with me I make a call, and my niggas they gone fall with me From Japan to the motherfucking CP3 Like a man I'll have you ducking nigga fucking with me Steady bucking at shows, bitches, G's and hoes Take off your clothes, nobody knows I'm getting blowed and blowed Nigga, I told you when I get older, I'ma get bolder And colder nigga, a motherfucking No Limit Soldier (Chorus - 4x) [New-9] So many haters in the 2G, I'm hanging with my girl She strapped to the chrome, now, and the handle pearl A lot of fakers hating thinking they can take me Then jumped off the porch ain't seen more than a G I be a skinny nigga from Uptown, Parkway to be exact No Limit Soldier thought I told you hit your block with choppas and macs Told you, don't stale exhale, you better ask somebody We got to cop the blow like V-12 Rolling like rovados on Cadillac trucks Having all them bustas inside like the lightning struck T-R-U, out that 1-2-3 you heard Ain't No L-I-M-I to the T bitch (Chorus - 4x) [Wango] Want to swang that tank round dog I'm real with this shit You got a problem I hit em like the lightning hit Look, straight from the top when it drop it's a thundering sound So salute, to my people when they come around I'm straight off the block nigga I'm TRU to this shit If you dishing out a hit, I'ma take the bitch I'ma make your people mad, make em come to coat If you ain't with the rap shit then don't you cope With target cards, them hoes they like it Cause it's W-A-N-G, them niggas don't like me If you step to me, then it's T-R-U If I have to make a call I'ma call that nigga Boo cause I'm a Soldier - 2x (Chorus - 3x) |
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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 - 2x] 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 - 2x] [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 - 2x] [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 - 2x] [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 It's all about my bitches |
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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 want to go to the club I want to 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 see-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 want to 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 want to 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 see-Murder, Ty, TRU Records respect us 2001, 2002, 2003, you heard me, peep game Straight up, what's up, peace out |
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