I Heard U Was Lookin' 4 Me

[C-Murder] Wahhhhhh! (Told my niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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] - 2X [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] - 2X [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 [Chorus] - 2X