Y'all Heard Of Us

[Chorus 1:] Now all ya’ll didn’t heard of me Now I'm C-Murder I dine 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 [Verse 1:] Y’all wanna mess with this hot boy Test me with that top, you get stop boy On the spot, money busting out my socks boy It’s hot and now these cops on my jock boy I breaks bread with these baseheads I show some love until they slip and trip son It’s bigger than thugs Wanna label me a triller Still don’t push me Life is hard I’m tryna fill my own graveyard, the 3rd ward volunteers Told me be cool, you know Imma fool Messing with real niggas can get your head bust Me and my homie we about that papers Is money we after Straight money makers Hood boys can never be no fakers I spit that gangsta rap forget that hip-hop I bought them gangsta ass beats that make your head bop Then make that iron cock and then show stops Cause it’s money page 7 Cause I don’t give a But they all heard me [Chorus 1] [Verse 2:] If you don’t know me Ask somebody, you know And I bet they know This lil hustler quick to draw down And split ya or cut ya throat This lil hustler quick to handle his business And quick to creep This lil hustler ain’t bout coppin No play or squashing no beef This lil hustler keep a 40 up on him with an extension This lil hustler will steal you even when ya paying attention I’m a uptown gangsta, VL gone When I die bury me with ya bows and T-shirt on I’m a fool like that I be walking through the hood With all my jewelry on Hustlers wonder how I do it I’m real, that’s how I could It gets no realer I got killas on my team Just waiting for me to send them I was raised with gorillas and gangsters Killers and thugs That’s for hater They will touch you up These choppers sending niggas all true to the game You hear C or BG You gotta know them names [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2:] Know all ya’ll didn’t heard of me I’m B Jizzle I don’t think you fake boys scared though I smacked bitches, shot niggas Sold coke, caught cases I’ve done it all I ain’t reppin I don’t stunt it all [Chorus 2] [Outro:] Throw your hands up [x2] Free C- Murder, Callio Throw your hands up