| Whassup Daz nigga?
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| (Whassup C-Murder?)
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| Shit, I think we got problems
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| (What?)
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| Ya know?
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| (Fuck that.)
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| Nigga call back Sean let’s do that shit like this
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| (How we doin it just like this.)
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| Okay
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| (Ya know what I’m sayin?)
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| Let’s ride on em
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| (Buck all yall.)
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| Ya heard?
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| Aww yeah (aww yeah), it’s bout that time to get into some gangsta shit
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| A second no doubt nigga before we bang you quick
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| The gang and No Limit, we about to trip
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| Slangin these thangs as a youngster
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| Grew up with killers and drug niggas, big cowards and busters
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| Seen it all from a mile away, but it’s all on straight
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| With automatic with static nigga cause we don’t play
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| C-Murder rap up and pat up and rap up, out to get him nigga what up
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| With enough lead to make these niggas shut the fuck up
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| Boom boom as me and my niggas come through with attitude
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| Actin rude, slappin and jackin these fools
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| Rollin down the block as the system knock
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| Truck beatin deep as a motherfucker, fuck the cops
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| I bust on niggas with nerve, pull up on niggas on the curb
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| Swerve and yell out nigga you ain’t heard
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| Bout as dollar birds, loaded high of herb
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| Sean duck, what the fuck, niggas are rollin it up
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| My heart is cold as ice, day and night
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| Strapped with shit you can’t fuck with, so you better get white
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| See gotta gun it off, got up and stumbled, fell and fall
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| ??? |
| and spin niggas with my motherfuckin doggs
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| Cause when you fuck with us you done fucked with the real
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| So we don’t fuck with sucka niggas, busta niggas that squeal
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| Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
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| Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
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| You knowin how we do, how we do man
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| Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
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| Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
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| You knowin how we do it, we don’t play play
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| In God I trust, for them gats I bust
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| And fuck the world cause a gangsta bitch, I never trust
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| Now who’s to blame for the motherfucking rain pouring down on my head
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| I guess it was the life I led
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| Cause society done made me into a villan
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| And I’m willing to execute another killing
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| Cause I dwell with them cut throats and alcoholics
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| And been a member ever since I could remember
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| Relieve stress with the sex and masturbation
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| And ride for No Limit with no motherfucking hesitation
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| Cause I’m a TRU nigga (TRU nigga), a real nigga (real nigga)
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| A go getta (a go getta), and wig splitter
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| With my nigga daz, quick to blast and whoop your ass
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| And fuck a mask, leavin niggas up in a body bag
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| And L.T., lace the weed and run the motherfucking beat
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| Cause Murder and Daz run the motherfucking streets
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| Daz, they took all my money, they took my jewelry
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| They took everything
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| I don’t know what I’m a do
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| I’m broke
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| Ya know what Daz, send that hoe over here
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| Come here bitch
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| Come here, come here, come here!
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| Don’t touch my motherfucking money
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| Hoe don’t ever come on this motherfucking spot |