C-Murder - Y'all Heard of Me - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Hook: C-Murder, B.G.] Now all y'all done heard of me Now I'm C-Murder I done things y'all ain't never heard of Now I'm a fool boy, you call me a fool it's on I'm willing to die for mine, I'm willing to die for mine Now all y'all done heard of me I'm B. Gizzle I've done things you bitch niggas scared of I smacked bitches, shot niggas Sold coke, caught cases, I've done it all I ain't talking I don't stunt at all [Verse 1: C-Murder] You don't wanna mess with that Glock, boy Test me with that Glock you get popped, boy On the spot money bustin' out my socks, boy It's hot and now these cops on my jock, boy I breaks bread with these baseheads I show them love until they slip and I trip son And speakin of drugs they wanna label me a killer So don't push me life is hard I'm trying to fill my own graveyard the 3rd Ward I'm a menace to society like I'mma threat Y'all ain't met the real C yet I'mma rep Ask Bumby, Wayne and Rich about me it's realer than real I was chokin' when Slim got killed, you know how I feels It's a shame the reaper came who should I blame Mytaius to me to be cool you know I'm a fool Messing with you gorillaz will get your head bust Me and my homies we about that paper It's money we after, straight money makers Cut boyz could never be no fakers I spit that gangsta rap forget that hip-hop I bought them gangster-ass beats that make your head bop Then make that iron cock and then that show stops Cause it's murda murda murda murda The 187 cause I don't give a.. but they don't heard me though [Hook] [Verse 2: B.G.] If you don't know me ask somebody you know and I bet they know This lil nigga quick to draw down and split ya or cut ya throat This lil nigga quick to handle his business and quick to creep This lil nigga ain't bout coppin no play or squashin no beef This lil nigga keep a 40 up on him wit an extension This lil nigga will steal ya even when ya payin attention I'mma uptown gangsta, V.L. gone When I die bury me wit ya bo's and a t-shirt on I'm a fool like that I be walkin' through the hood With all my jewelry on, bitch niggas wonder how I do it I'm real, that's how I could, it gets no realer I got killas like jarnel just waitin for me to spend 'em I was raised with gorillas and gangsters Killers and thugs straight hustlers that'll touch you up These choppers sendin niggas all true to the game You hear C or B.G. and ya gotta know them names [Hook] - repeat 2X [Outro: C-Murder] + (B.G.) B.G. where you at? (Throw your hands up (throw your hands up) Throw your hands up...(throw your hands up) Free C-Murder. Callio,throw your hands up) Stomp for me Jump for me Buck for me Stomp for me (Throw your hands up (throw your hands up) Throw your hands up (throw your hands up) Free C-Murder. Callio, throw your hands up) Aha The N.O., V.L, CP3, for the Nolia You know? TRU
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