Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NL Iggaz (feat. Afficial), artist - C-Murder. Album song Trapped In Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
NL Iggaz (feat. Afficial) |
What’s happn' yo what’s happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka |
Nigga talkin' bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you |
Gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what’s happn' No Limit forever |
Lil' daddy it’s cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out |
Nigga nigga I’mma rider never gave a fuck about the other side |
Me & my niggas we love to get high |
An break the rules |
Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped |
I only give my real niggas dap |
Me & my click is so close it’s fucked up |
My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up |
An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro |
These niggas bout to straight get plucked |
I’mma millionaire |
These ghetto niggas put me there |
Showed me love |
Nigga pass the dub |
It’s a TRU thang |
Respect it like your last name |
Or get touched boy |
I don’t give a fuck boy |
No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas |
TRU niggas on a mission muggin' in club niggas |
No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas |
TRU niggas on a mission don’t give a fuck nigga |
Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car |
Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars |
I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood |
Plead guilty to tha charges when I’m facin' the judge |
Fuck it I’ll do the sentence lift weights & read books |
Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books |
Only understand crooks ya’ll niggas is suckers |
I’m in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us |
I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself |
So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth |
Nine outta ten niggas is haters I’m the other one |
Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds |
Uh hu I bet ya’ll love the way I flips em' out |
Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out |
I done took it where ya’ll can’t go now how bout that |
I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats |
An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough |
An throw it at you like a chick who don’t get it enough |
What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats |
That’s why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac’s |
Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways |
Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday’s |