Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One False Move, artist - C-Murder. Date of issue: 04.05.2015
Song language: English
One False Move |
| See everybody wanna fake and pretend |
| But me im tired of goin in and outta the pen |
| Im done with disobeyin the law |
| One false move and ill be back in the yard,(This is for my thugs) |
| If i had a choice i wouldn’t do it again |
| Ill unload the clip and conversate with my friend |
| Now this thing shouldn’t be that hard |
| I done lost my dog now im fallin apart |
| (Verse 1) C-Murder |
| They got me caught up in a situation, hectic, got me crazy like glue My homies |
| dyin for colors, but me im ridin for true |
| See i aint sidin wit you, im always dodgin the blue |
| I got two records on the rise, im only signin my crew |
| Forever loyal, no lyin |
| No broken links, come try |
| Ima rep the CP3 until the day that i die |
| Daddy threw it at me, but then i threw it right back |
| Tried to hit me wit dat curve, but ima fool wit dat bat |
| Now how you like me now, im gettin bigger, and richer |
| A third world villian, come here shorty take a picture |
| Still thuggin in the streets all day, just a lil bit |
| You see dem cutboys loadin, now thats a real click |
| Straight goons wit sum change, bust brains, maintain |
| Im the same lame wit sumin to gain |
| So i pray for em tryna cross, cuz im the boss |
| Papi’s moves was false, now he lost, the streets cost |
| (Verse 2) C-Murder |
| Im havin visions of a nightmare, every suckas playin me close |
| Im on the cover of the source, with america’s most |
| So many memories of thuggin, and pushin it to the limit |
| Didn’t have it, I had to get it, them forces im comin wit it |
| Them wigs was gettin splitted, im tatted up ya dig me |
| Task was tryna kill me, railroad n deal me |
| I had to make em feel me, no duckin n hidin |
| 200 on the dash of the whip i was drivin |
| I hit the studio, let the pain flow |
| Watch the grange dro, rock that chain low |
| Calio the same coat |
| Dirty G, Porch Boy Rest In Peace |
| I wont let them bustas bury me mane, ima beast |
| Drinkin 1 and 1's, 2 and 3's, and let my mind free |
| Im against the wall, cuz my enemies behind me |
| They wanna see me in the bin or the pine b, |
| Im under the radar homie, you'll never find C |