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C-Murder(Talking)
Say Bass Heavy brah
Turn that s**t up ya dig
De one here, ya muth*fkas ain't bootin up on tha flo'
(yeah boot up nigg* or shut up)
Lookin at that nigg* Krazy
Listen to it (3rd ward)
I wanna see a nigg* get hurt of this s**t yeah ya dig
We makin moves nigg*
On da block posted up ta get mine
C-Murder (Chorus 2x)
I'm on the block posted up
Wit them thangs loaded up
Hope them folks don't pull up
Cuz if they do then I'm stuck
I'ma be in jail wit dat dig look
Hair all nappy lookin like a fkin crook
C-Murder
I'm on da block with them thangs loaded up
I mean them toys
fk them if they fk with my me or my boys
I'ma tru nigg* don't care bout nothing boy
If ya start frontin
I'ma have ta start somethin
fk the whole world
If they don't like
If I go to jail my old lady gonna ride me
Cuz I'ma thug a a lil' ghetto boy trapped in crime
I hope them folks don't put up a take my muth*fkin dimes
On the block posted up and I'm down for whatever
Have you been ride for yo s**t, nigg* never
Cuz if I gotta gun (what) and he gotta gun
s**t I don't give a fk nigg* I ain't gone run
It's degree but a pen in my future (in my future)
That's why I live how I live
Cuz that's all that I'm use ta
You don't wanna go to war and that's real
Lil' nigg* gotta chill cuz he might get killed
Chorus 2x
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I'm on the block tryin ta make some change I'm tired of being broke
So I'ma get my money right and smoke some weed and coke
I couldn't concentrate in school with the problems I had
When my brother went to jail is when I took the wrong path
That's when I had to step up and be the man ta make it right
Eat and sleep all day and hustle, hustle all night
If anybody need me well they can catch me be on the block
In all black with a glock and a mouth full of rocks
muth*fkin cop straight fillin still totin glocks
I'm on the block posted up chillin by the barbershop
I told my nigg* make the holla if them people pull up
So I can get the fk cuz I ain't tryin to get that dig look
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I dig up in y'all like Min Yawl
fk around and get ya head cracked
Playing with this tru dawg so back up off me lil' daddy
Before ya pi*s me off
Carry max, gauges, choppers, and double barrel sawed-off
We ain't come ta have stuff, we came ta bust heads
Burn houses to the pavement if we feel we gettin
played, now everyday
Hobbies is load and bust and knock a nigg* leg off
If a b*tch say somethin, now who be the rawest nigg*
T-R-U the most dangerous
Just load'em up it ain't no thang ta us
We maxing up a coming ta get cha
Oh fake as* gonna make us split cha
On the block with the rocks getting richa, the picture
Chorus 2x
C-Murder
Hum brah