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C-Murder
What now? (stupid motherfker) what now motherfker?
I told you girls, stop talkin all that motherfkin s**t
I'm not gonna send out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself b*tch!
I told you motherfkers don't fk with TRU
It was a dumb move nigg*
Mow I'm fkin wit you, now try your lives
while I put this fkin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigg*, I told y'all to leave us alone
How many got a dolla can't top my s**t (my s**t)
All these b*tch motherfkers, quit ridin my d*ck (my d*ck)
You run your motherfkin mouth like you a broad or somethin (b*tch)
actin like they motherfkin hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't s**t with your clique nigg*
To me you a b*tch, I'm a real nigg*
Jumpin your s**t fkin you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs
It's all on you, check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but TRU C-Murder Bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
b*tch I'm rich nigg* you know my motherfkin name
Big bee hive boy and P and Bossalinie (Bossalinie)
on the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily fk about the laws (fk the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood nigg* holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya b*tch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your fkin mouth and I'ma take you for a ride nigg*
fk what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherfker (nigg*) don't fk wit TRU
chorus
I told you motherfkers don't fk wit TRU
It was a dumb move nigg*, now we fkin wit you (don't fk wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this fkin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigg*, I told y'all to leave us alone
Silkk the Shocker
I told you don't fk wit us
Now I'm makin you gettin clowned
Tell is girls
some of y'all be p*ssin, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know what I..
do to y'all (ooh) my crew ball
And plus b*tch look, we do it all
I don't fk wit (who) him
and I don't fk wit dogs
So what the fk you think?
If you fk wit him, I'm gonna be fkin wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back nigg*
and I'll bust ya all
I ain't give a fk what ya name is
I ain't give a fk what y'all call
wanna probably just... bust for fun
ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
is way down the street talkin bout what the fk y'all done
at the most , probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then I would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, s**t y'all still would hit it
(chorus)
Master P
TRU gone ride wit me
The ghetto's the NBA and I'm the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the South to the East
You the Beauty I'm the Beast
fk these they know who P
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla Hoody Hooo and my gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
and y'all haters, y'all can't hold me
rappin bout on records like the 80's,
nigg* y'all phony
(repeat chorus to fade)