Mac C-Murder

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

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

[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

(*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...

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

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

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)

(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)

[Chorus - 4x]

[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

[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?

[hook]

(feat. New-9 & Wango)

(*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)

(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 - 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

(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 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