| It’s your boy C, from the CP3
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| Forever true 'til I’m dead (Do ya still love me?)
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| Lookin for it, Check this out, ya know
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| I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go
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| I told my niggas you was lookin' for me, well there they go
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| It was once upon a time in the projects show
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| We bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo
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| Felonious capers (Riders), Straight money makers
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| We jaggers, we bag 'em like the Green Bay Packers
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| 24−7, all night, like 7−11
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| And when I die I don’t know if I’ll ever see heaven
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| Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners
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| And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners
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| I’m on the block now, throw 'em up for your dog
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| I was born in the 3rd Ward, ruthless and hard
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| And cut through, like the CT committee
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| I ain’t tryin to bounce, I’m tryin to flip a ounce and ball in my city
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| So player, get your shine on, get your shine on
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| All day long playboy, get your grind on
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| Now will you come to die tonight?
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| But it’s my life or your life and I’m a fool with that knife
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| Straight from the cell blocks, behind the cell bars
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| It ain’t easy being me — I’m a cutboy
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| Capone and 'Tez, that’s my niggas ya dig
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| We be thuggin, we be wildin, in these villas ya dig
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| Cause we the realest ya dig, ain’t no half steppin here
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| I’m caught up now, but next year is my year
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| 2002 — C-Murder died, your leader came alive
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| 2005 — he saved, now I’m back from the grave
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| Wildin out in the cellblocks is the project lil wodie
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| And I ain’t bothering nobody less you owe me
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| I heard that you was lookin for me, well here I go
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| Posted up on the block with a block of that snow
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| Chillin wit Carnell off in the Nol
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| Run up and you’ll get smoked, just to let you know that Montez ain’t a ho
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| I’m from Atlanta where them haters get handled
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| We’ll dismantle the handle, with gliss that curves to the front like bandanas
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| But for them small problems I keep revolvers
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| .38 snug nose, my problem solver
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| Knock a nigga, hit up off him
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| And toss him off in the ditch like the bitch that he is
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| If his partners try to find me, well they get the same shit
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| Cause I’m a motherfuckin fool with my hand on my tool
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| I knock a nigga out his shoes, that’s how I pay my dues
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| And if you choose to oppose my crew
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| We’ll bruise, your whole lil crew screamin out T-R-U
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| Cause we don’t give a motherfuck, nigga
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| C told me that you lookin for me, here I go, wasup nigga?
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| There they go
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| QB
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| Yo listen man, QB, CP3
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| Tru game baby
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| Yeah, I, I, I, I, I
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| I heard that they was lookin for me (Know I keep guns)
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| With hoods in the kitchen cookin for me (Teach you to spend one)
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| I got the call from the murder man (Wodie whats happ’nin?)
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| I got the drop, I could murder fam (It's nothin' to clap em)
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| Just give me the word, I’ll send him a bird
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| To put 10 in him and finish him, it’s business ya heard
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| See we flossin on another level, bossin on another level
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| Rose gold chain, rainbow rocks is the color bezel
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| Wodie, if they lookin I ain’t hard to find
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| I stick out like a sore thumb with all this shine
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| I gotta killa mentaility with a ballers grind
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| I’ll get you clipped long distance with a cordless nine
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| Send a kite to the Callio and every crack server
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| Who lettin that automatic blow, we freeing C-Murder — bitch!
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| (Spoken)
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| Yeah, this how we gon' do it baby
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| Boss recognize boss baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Heard U Was Lookin' 4 Me , by - C-Murder. Song from the album The Tru Story...continued, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп