[Hook:] Started small time, started small time Started small time, (look at me) I'm a baller Started small time, started small time Look at me (look at me now), I'm a baller
[C-Murder:] I wet who you want, with it You with who I want with it, wet it and won't regret it Roll the dice keep it craps, 7-11's And that's a-and that's a, 211 I progress, only saving what's mine And I believe he lying, he not here he out of town In the ground, somewhere stanking Thinking, that's how it is from the city be thinking You know, thugging all day long Everything we do, is wrong
[Hook x2]
[C-Murder:] Now all y'all, heard of me My name C-Murder, (where you be hanging at) Derbany I'ma be thugging, till the bone I'm telling I'm certain, my ski mask and come up in your home Trick or treat, and Halloween is my day dog We be tripping we don't play, we pull a K off We be busting in the sky, and up in bodies too And one thang fa sho, that I keep this true
[Hook x2]
[C-Murder:] You don't really like me living, when I do what I do Because I keep's it true, stay blue boy I'm from the gutter, like cheap butter I rip and get wetter, no better And I be listening to the radio, thinking like it's due Be stunting in, what it do Talking bout, they got beef with me They don't know what beef is, until they try to come and get with me Watch me hit em wet em up, and leave em stinking In the ground like death boy, (hey C chill this for thr radio)
[Hook]
[C-Murder:] Where are my enemies, I can't see em Where are my enemies, they better duck Where are my enemies, they better run-run-run Bust-bust back, bust-bust-bust back Bust-bust-bust back That's how we do it, when we do it on my block Where you at (jump), where you at (jump) Where you at (jump), come here (come here) come here (come here) come here (come here) come here (come here), keep it real
Intro: It's C-Murder, ya heard me? (Master P in here) (Represent that low Mid-East, wodie!) (thugs) From the unwild to the dead (wassup God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!) You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex) Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo!
Verse 1: Fat Joe:
Yo what the fuck is goin' on black? You ain't never seen no combat These streets here like ?? and we on that Yeah we on that When you see those cats comin' with 100 motherfuckers that'll kill you Better run, and it's the God, Joe Creasy Liftin's so easy Fifth got a clip that'll grip your dome, cheezy, for sheezy Y'all don't wanna see that wodie, I'm from the streets Where the theme is to keep that mother You motherfuckers actin' like you really wanna hold beef Like these bullets I keep can go through your gold teeth Like we ain't those niggas you really wanna be Signin' off, truly yours, C-Murder and Joe C
Chorus: C-Murder
You want beef wardie? (Niggas don't want no beef) You talkin' to me wardie? (Shoot 'em right through they gold teeth) You wanna see wardie? (Niggas don't wanna see us) I'm from the streets wardie x2
Verse 2: C-Murder:
See, I was born into the streets I'm ahead of the game, it's like a bad habit Seems like I'm never gon' change See I'm a hustler, that means I'm never gon' get it I even ride, I mean like I get it See I'm a thug nigga dog, I'm fresh off the block Hold up player, you caught me, with a mouth full of rock Ain't shit changed my nigga Yeah, I'm on MTV, but I'm from the Projects Where ??? You and me, ain't no sunshine when I'm there, I'm there I'm from the streets, my niggas in the hood, they be dyin' Where the key is, won't slow down, lay down I'll have you restin' in pieces Now listen up player, if you really want beef
Artist: C-Murder f/ Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri Album: Trapped in Crime Song: How a Thug Like It
[C-Murder & Jermaine Dupri talking] C: JD turn it up, ya heard me JD: Yea C: C-Murder JD: Uh huh, Oh, Yea hmmm C: Ha what JD: Uh huh, uh JD: Ah Ha, Ah Ah JD: uh huh, uh huh JD: Uh, Ah Ha, Ah Ha JD: Uh ha, Brat, C-Murder
Chorus: [C-Murder] You talk a good one shorty, you make me sweat How a thug nigga like girl? [Da Brat] Nice and wet You makin me hot and horny with what you poppin so far How a tru bitch like it C? [C-Murder] Nice and hard
[C-Murder] You kinda fly, you kinda shy Wha'cha eat, wha'cha drive And you like them ghetto boys The ones who make that noise You know I'm thugged out, you know I do this, you know I do that And for a fact, you know I do things that make my pocket fat Cuz I'm tru, I hang with the man, you gave me the game Plus I'm fame, and now ya'll scream my name Call me a jogger, cuz you got me sweatin your style I ran a couple miles and some, see where I'm comin from I like em smooth, with cat eyes, and iced-out, and show 'nough You need the handcuffs, that rough stuff You talk a good one shorty, I mean that Now won't you lay on'r back, Let a thug between that
Chorus: 2x
[Da Brat] You kinda sexy, you kinda ghetto, with them slugs in your front C-Murder, can you hold me down, give a thug girl what she want Money and nice cars A house with a pool in the backyard Take me shoppin with No Limit, on the credit card ? this shrimp, push a Lambragini ta sick Drink Crystal when it's cold, I wanna mint the stick Go on and do this, and do that When you come home, to Brat You'll never want another girl again, this thug blew th Gimme the loot, so I can cop a new Jag And Brat dat I got it from you, With a 45 caliber too In case a nigga run up on me, I got somethin to shoot
Chorus: 2x
[Da Brat] We ride together Survive and die together I ain't leaving you never Tougher the leather, make it last forever
[C-Murder] That's what I need Brat I hope you mean dat But yet these cat take these keys Let me show you where the cheese at
[Da Brat] I can love you innocently Bring home at least 20 g's a week From hustlin in da street
[C-Murder] Uh huh And I'ma take dat, then hit dat, then flip dat, then finish wit dat And hit you back, when you can trip cruise on a ship
[Da Brat] Now I hold it down for you, you hold it d
[C-Murder] Uh huh And I'ma ride for you If you ride for me I would even, die for you Now would you die for me
Chorus: 2x
[Jermaine talking] 5-0-4 ta the 4-0-4 Ha, you know Yea, huh, out
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
[Taken from Martin Luther King Jr's speech] Though we come to cash this check A check will give us a fund demands A riches of freedom and the security of justice
Chorus [C-Murder]
Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said
[C-Murder] Me and my nigga knew we ride, and vibe And smoke weed, and get high and talk about my niggas that died No Limit Records opened doors for niggas But they rebelled, turned Bendict, Don't make me get up in your shit, bitch And let me tell you something you alredy know Fucking with me, is like fucking with the whole yole' I'm still depressed about my nigga Mac I let him roll with some bitch ass niggas, but I'ma handle that And to much drama for my baby momma Them niggas tapping my phone, they wouldn't safe at home I need a ride or die, stand by my side, from the projects My baby boo be the realest chick I ever met I let that Cash Money shit slide but it's cool But next time I'ma have to act a fool I keep it street, and them real niggas love it Forever TRU til I'm dead, cause I'ma die thuggin', ya heard me?
Chorus [C-Murder]
Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said
[C-Murder] Be runnin' outta clubs, as nigga be rasing flags You only get nine lives I murder that ass It's the world's most dangerous crew, TRU Records My crew stay behind bars, we ghetto superstars Been droppin' bars in studios, and finger fuck pretty hoes And got a pad in every ghetto Niggas wanna be a pimp, that's a lie The tank dumpin' niggas like Kemp, then they die It's on now nigga, I'm ready You see my face up in your dreams like Freddy So bow down, all you motherfuckers leaving my crew Bow down to a TRU nigga greater than you
Chorus [C-Murder]
Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said
[C-Murder] Forever TRU baby, you know what that means? I'm with this shit 'til I'm dead, you dig? No Limit, TRU, forever Do you still love me?
Mama how you figure I'm a nigga destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)
Verse 1:
Up early in the mornin' Runnin' out the crack house The Grimm Reaper, tried to blow my back out (You feel me) Is there a Heaven for a Thug with Thug ways I'm searchin' for some better days Pappa was a Rollin' Stone, Pappa wasn't home Me, moms and the kids stuck at home I said fuck that, I'mma get paid I'mma get me a ticket to the streets And work my way to a Key Cause I'ma HUSTLA, JACK OF THE JACKA'S Make moves with Thugs Make moves where niggas show me love I'm from NEW ORLEANS, where we be ballin' Listen to the lyrics boy THE STREETS BE CALLIN' Some on the set tryin' to set me up and wet me up But these days I be's like I don't give a fuck We can all get buck, that's my mentallity I'll bring you back to reality (Hey) Keep it on the low-low Pass me the dow-dow Disrespect boy, that's a no-no I see through you You use to be TRU to TRU to you but never TRU to TRU Keep it real, guard yo grill I do em' like Mike Vick I'm on some Bout It, Bout It shit I got a rowdy, rowdy clique I'm stuck in the game, deep in the game Fuck Fame, I Aint Never Gone Change.
Chorus 2x
Mama how you figure I'm a nigga destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)
My future's gettin' dem My chances gettin' slim I'm steady rappin' And they (steady attackin') Will I forever be behind bars, Lookin' out the window I'm thikin' bout my kinfolk I'm in the Courthouse, Starin' at the D.A. Lookin' for some leadway, lookin' for a free day But the color of my skin, realy did me in But I'm still proud To be the black man standin' in the croud I REPRESENT THAT,whom never resent that You could put a needle in my arm And life still goes on I be's a TRU nigga, til' I'm dead Even with the police and they money on my head I be duckin' from the FED's They be trippin' on my lady Takin' pictures of my bed and the way I lay my head Did you heard what I said?! The game ain't the same no more Nigga's done changed Ya best friend a bust ya brains Or they'll take a stand To lessin' they charge boy If that's ya fall partner You gone fall partner It's coo Playboy, I Feel Ya Pain I'm still in chains And I STILL DIDN'T CHANGE But they don't here me though....
Chorus
Mama how you figure I'm a nigga destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)
Ms. Peaches
Somebody tell me why, why they wanna take my place Cause he ain't never, never gonnna chaaannge...
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
Hook: They say I'm crazy But they can't faze me Them chicks be lovin' me Cause I be thuggin' see I'm just a Cut Boy I hang in the Cut Boy I test em' up Boy Cause I don't give a fuck Boy
Hook 2 (2x): Now,Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Verse 2:
I ain't trippin' Naw, nigga never Any kind of weather Wind or whatever I'm way too clever Status too lifted Talented and gifted You tossed it, I pitch it A hog in the dog Ball, fall and ball I touch all of y'all Duck off in the fog Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy Fortune Teller said it look bad She was a Gypsy Mean like Feind A gangsta, Nawha mean? Underground, tell I'm Under the ground XL:(Keep The MainStream) Pistol packin', Totin', Smokin' Cuttin', Throatin', Soldier I told ya, back up Rova, It's over
Hook2 (2x):
They say I'm crazy(Uh Huh) But they can't faze me(Fa Sho) Them chicks be lovin' me(Keep it real) Cause I be thuggin' see(Wile Out) I'm just a Cut Boy(What ya do) I hang in the Cut Boy(Them what) I test em' up Boy(Yeah) Cause I don't give a fuck Boy
Hook 2x
Verse 2:
Watch me Flippa, Flippa Treat em' like a doubie Rollit and spin it fast Just like a Oozie Ain't gone let it Blues me Let nothin' get to me Come back hard and star in my own Movie If ya think ya know me Man You don't know me I done seen it all, And done it all Ain't nothin' you can show me I roll with high rollers And Purser Snatcha's Cut Boys, homie that still cause throwbacka's B.G. skeeza's that count cheese and hold Keys Screamin' C, Please let me see ya enemies I keep it real like Murda Dog and Black Dog I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all
(Hook)
Verse 3:
Ridin' down the wrong way Down a one way on a Sunday With a A.K., with the Bass Hay(Hey!) Wildin' Out, Wildin' Out boy With a pocket full of stones I'm in the zone Do the Gangsta Walk(O.K) Do the Gangsta Bounce(Alright) Now show ya Gold's boy Mean Mug that fool Now show ya Gold's boy
(ooks 1 and 2)
XL:
Once again, you have been listening to An XL and C-Murder collaboration Ya Know I told him, if he get me the vocals I could hook him up, ya heard me Holla, Holla...(Fade Out)
[C-Murder:] Wahhhhhh! (Told my niggaz you was lookin' for me) It's your boy C, from the CP3 Forever true 'til I'm dead (Do ya still love me?) Lookin for it, Check this out, ya know
[Chorus: C-Murder] I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go I told my niggaz you was lookin' for me, well there they go It was once upon a time in the projects show We bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo
[C-Murder:] Felonious capers (Riders), Straight money makers We jaggers, we bag 'em like the Green Bay Packers 24-7, all night, like 7-11 And when I die I don't know if I'll ever see heaven Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners I'm on the block now, throw 'em up for your dog I was born in the 3rd Ward, ruthless and hard And cut through, like the CT committee I ain't tryin to bounce, I'm tryin to flip a ounce and ball in my city So player, get your shine on, get your shine on All day long playboy, get your grind on Now will you come to die tonight? But it's my life or your life and I'm a fool with that knife Straight from the cell blocks, behind the cell bars It ain't easy being me - I'm a cutboy Capone and 'Tez, that's my niggaz ya dig We be thuggin, we be wildin, in these villas ya dig Cause we the realest ya dig, ain't no half steppin here I'm caught up now, but next year is my year 2002 - C-Murder died, your leader came alive 2005 - he saved, now I'm back from the grave Wildin out in the cellblocks is the project lil wodie And I ain't bothering nobody less you owe me
[Chorus x2]
[Montez:] I heard that you was lookin for me, well here I go Posted up on the block with a block of that snow Chillin wit Carnell off in the Nol Run up and you'll get smoked, just to let you know that Montez ain't a ho I'm from Atlanta where them haters get handled We'll dismantle the handle, with gliss that curves to the front like bandanas But for them small problems I keep revolvers .38 snug nose, my problem solver Knock a nigga, hit up off him And toss him off in the ditch like the bitch that he is If his partners try to find me, well they get the same shit Cause I'm a motherfuckin fool with my hand on my tool I knock a nigga out his shoes, that's how I pay my dues And if you choose to oppose my crew We'll bruise, your whole lil crew screamin out T-R-U Cause we don't give a motherfuck, nigga C told me that you lookin for me, here I go, wasup nigga?
[Chorus x2] [Capone: background] There they go QB Yo listen man, QB, CP3 Tru game baby
[Capone:] Yeah, I, I, I, I, I I heard that they was lookin for me (Know I keep guns) With hoods in the kitchen cookin for me (Teach you to spend one) I got the call from the murder man (Wodie whats happ'nin?) I got the drop, I could murder fam (It's nothin' to clap em) Just give me the word, I'll send him a bird To put 10 in him and finish him, it's business ya heard See we flossin on another level, bossin on another level Rose gold chain, rainbow rocks is the color bezel Wodie, if they lookin I ain't hard to find I stick out like a sore thumb with all this shine I gotta killa mentaility with a ballers grind I'll get you clipped long distance with a cordless nine Send a kite to the Callio and every crack server Who lettin that automatic blow, we freeing C-Murder - bitch! (Spoken) Yeah, this how we gon' do it baby Boss recognize boss baby
Intro: Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake UP Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost(Yeah) Huh,(Yeah) They spookin'(Yeah) It's cool, Fuck the day dog(Yeah)
Chorus 2x: You betta watch me Cause I'm doin' bad Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me Now where the goods at Playboy give me that And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back
Verse 1(C-Murder):
See my pockets on E-fall I'm really tweekin' I can't be sittin' up here hurtin' all weekend I keep on fallin' off, at the worse times And if I slip, it aint my fault I'm gone reverse mine My pain, I'm gone merge mines Cause I'm sick wit it Now where them balla's at I'm lookin' for the big ticket 10 minutes from losin' it 1 day from lock up The way I'm livin' sooner or lata I'm gone be boxed up Nobody trustin' me They know I'm commin' I hit the block and I swear I see them cowards runnin' Puttin' they stash up Even out they windows Now why they trippin' I"m the exact opposite of 5-0 It's called Survival of the Fittest I can't help it, cause I'm wit And you ain't wit I come to get it, Yeah I did it I did that I can't take that back So beat yo feet black Oh, y'all gone remember me Cause me ain't no joke Me do what me does Cause ain't no being broke I was raised in this I ain't ask for this I tried changin' my life And now it's back to this Somebody pray for me The Lord is testin' me But them people they gone Have problems arrestin' me Now my lungs hurtin' Need that black vest Man, I feel like Jackin' one of these Rappers
(Chorus 2x)
Verse 2 (Fiend):
We'll score a team with the Fellon's Wher y'all did the Misdameanors Niggas my age was pushin' Beamers (Pushin' Beamers) Niggas that sprayed was usin' Nina's (Usin' Nina's) A-K's and S-K, ya chest cave Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water Bullet on fire, wreck some money still daughters Kill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma(Momma) This routine, you pussies start ya new thing I'm from the city where everythang crooked When the right kind of money, make the judge overlook it And I'm skrewed up I ain't talkin' Swisha House For I learned to tie my shoes up I was burnin' dudes up My ward verse yo ward, Put them 22's up These 26's make ya, Put them 22's up This mac 9, it mean I ain't givin' you(Fuck That) But bullets in that shiney new truck What ya know about fightin for 5 days Hangin' niggas upside down Commin' at ya sideways(Sideways) A crooked H is goin' 67/5 And I add them 3 quarters For the ride plus I'm high
(C-Murder Talking) Tru Records Chopper City C-Murder B.G. bout to do this thing yall heard us(this for real) Straight gutter you know(New Orleans)
(C-Murder Chorus1) Now all yall done heard of me pussy Now Im C-Murder I done done things yall aint never heard of and imma fool boy they call me a folleyoung im willin to die for mine im willin to die for mine
(B.G. Chorus) Now all yall done heard of me Im B Gizzle I done things yall bitch niggas scared of Ive smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases done it all I aint talkin I dont stunt at all
(C-Murder Verse) You dont wanna mess with that glock boy(glock boy) catch me with that glock you get popped boy(and dropped boy) On the spot money bustin out my socks boy(socks boy) Its hot and now these cops on ma jock boy I break bread with them base heads I show some lovin till they slip then I trip son Its bigger than drugs they wanna label me a killer so dont push me life is hard im tryin to fill my own graveyard 3rd ward A menace to society like imma threat Ballin acts yall really see that imma wreck Ask money, wayne and rich about me its really unreal I was choked son when slim got killed you know how I feel It was a shame the reaper K, who should I blame my playas told me to be cool you know imma fool messin with you gorillas will get yo head bust(yo head bust) Me and my homies we bout that paper its money we after straight money makers the cutt boys could never be no fakers I spit that gangsta rap forget that hip hop I bump them gangsta ass beats that make yo head bop Now make that iron cocked and then that show stop cause its murder murder murder murder the 1 8 7 cause I dont give a shh shh But they dont hear me though
(C-murder Chorus 2) Now all yall done heard of me Now Im C-Murder I done done things yall aint never heard of and I done sold rocks, rob blocks merked clowns and done time imma fool boy im willin to die for mine
(B.G. Chorus) Now all yall done heard of me Im B Gizzle and I done things yall bitch niggas scared of Ive smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases done it all I aint talkin I dont stunt at all
(B.G. Verse) If you dont know me ask somebody you know and I bet they know that this that lil nigga quick to draw down and split ya and cut ya throat this the nigga quick to handle his buisness and quick to creep this the nigga that aint bout poppin no playa squashin no beef this the nigga keep a 40 up on and with an extension this the nigga quick to steal from ya even when you payin attention Imma uptown gangsta VL don when I die bury me with yo bows and a tshirt on im a fool like that I be walkin through the hood with all my jewlery on bitch niggas wonderin how I do it Im as real as I could and it gets no realer I got killas like janeal just waitin for me to send em I was raised with gorillas and gangstas, killas and thugs, street hustlas that will touch you up these choppa city niggas are true to the game you hear C or BG you gotta know them names
(C-Murder Chorus 1)
(B.G. Chorus)
(C-Murder Chorus 2)
(B.G Chorus)
(C-Murder) Now show me where you at
(BG) Throw yo hands up, throw yo hands up for C-Murder callio throw yo hands up
(C-Murder) Now stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me
(BG) Throw yo hands up, throw yo hands up for C-Murder callio throw yo hands up
(C-Murder) Now stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me Now slide like ya know VL CP street of tha nolia stunt for me, jump for me
[talking:] Y'all bitches better get off me, y'all feel me what's up You see me what's up, everything around here Do you see anything, you thought wasn't there Look what's up baby, you know I'ma ride for you
[C-Murder:] I seen you in the projects one day, with a bad attitude Acting all rude, I thought it was cute See I don't like a pushover broad, I'm living foul I need a sweet thing, that's bout getting wild now When I finally snatched you up, my stacks was on the decline Nigga you hit a lick, and it was our time to shine I had you go in the club, intice this thug And show him some love, and slip some'ing in his mug You did that like a G, brought that nigga to me He brought us his stash, now I fill a double bag with cash Smash a few weeks passed, first class I'm hitting that ass, stack mail and duck the task
[Hook:] She's a hustler's wife, she thugging A hustler's wife, got it going on She's a hustler's wife, call it thug love She's a hustler's wife, married to a hustler
[C-Murder:] Now five bricks a day, so I guess I'm that nigga Bought you a hair shop, all them hoes jock Rock for rock, ounce for ounce For and a halves, look at him I made him laugh You my dog and I got your back, straight up dime piece Just like me, you hate the police When you got with me, you married a mob boo Ain't no leaving one way, and that one way out true It comes with the job, let's take a ride grab the pearl I brought you This world is yours, just do what I taught you Bulletproof on the Benz, that I gave you right Ain't no slipping, when you living as a hustler's wife
[Hook]
[C-Murder:] They kicked in the do', waving the fo'-fo' It's a jack move, got me and my girl on the flo' But they mashed up, they ain't gon merk us Most likely they gon stick and move, in the service Ransacked the place, put the heat in my face I want ay'thang nigga, including the safe Man I'm this close to making a move, raising up And break, make a move for the tool shh Somebody set me up, must of been one of my homes The camera wasn't on, or the burglar alarm Mami don't cry, it's gon be alright This the shit that happens, as a hustler's wife
[Hook]
[talking:] (why y'all acting like this, what you thought You mad, cause we blowing it up You following us, I'm down with my nigga to the end And we gon keep, doing it big real big We mean that don't touch me don't put your hands on me Don't-don't touch me at all, so what's up huh) This chick ride or die tattooed up, with my name ay'thang Soldierette, whatever you wanna call it A lil' gangsta bitch, she's a hustler's wife She married to a hustler right, she's a hustler-hustler When I'm locked up she there for me, she care for me You heard me, she keep it real with me She deal with me, chill with me down to blow it up And blow with me, fire roller too whodi
[P talking] "One in a half,two in a half,three in a half, (four quarters)I think I might have a thousand grams(one key)"
[Chorus: singing] Hustlin, hustlin Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ohh Hustlin,hustle Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh
[Master P] (Where them fiends at,I'll be right there in the hall way ya heard me) Now picture me a street nigga went from weed to guns My cousins a dope dealer now it's coke & funds Now with the money comes bitches & with the feds comes snitches I'm just a lil' nigga tryin' to go from rags to riches Cause in the ghetto niggas like to flip fo' & a half The projects is home but the ghetto's my lab Niggas scream third ward nigga we ready to ride Niggas say fuck No Limit then we ready to die Nigga fo' fives & nines we hold them high Lil' niggas whoop whoop hide them pies Cause if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense An if yo hustle ain't tight nigga you'll end up in the pen
Chorus (2X)
[Krazy] What if these mothafuckin' project bricks could talk Would they tell what goes on nigga after dark Bullets spark young homies gettin' blasted Sixteen in a muthafuckin' casket the games drastic Live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin' high Mixin' Hennessy & weed bitch it's do or die When we ride to yo area Tell yo family find where they can bury ya My dawgs carry ah AK's & ski masks If you got ki's then yo niggas better hind yo ass We blast like dope fiends roamin' the block No matter how many niggas get popped drugs'll never stop believe dat
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder] (check this out playa) Now picture me a TRU nigga thugged out hustlin' hard I hope you niggas understand I could never be soft Cause mentally I'm capable of over comin' the worst I'm havin' flashes picture me in ashes & dirt On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past I lost my brother to a muthafuckin' gun blast I analyze every nigga watch his moves look in his eyes Cause you can never tell Predicted dead or in jail nigga Now tell me what you see Cause life's so hard for a Callio nigga like me ya dig Cause I'm gonna hustle til' I'm gone Hit the highway & play again it's on in the ghetto
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder] TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot Whatshappn' own records representin' the millenium (yaheard) For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what's up Ke'noe nigga What's up to all my niggas out there (huh brah) The Young Guns,CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn' Magic, Peaches whatshappn' what's up Krazy nigga Suge what's up chillin' keep it real nigga
