Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yall Heard of Me, artist - C-Murder. Album song The Tru Story...continued, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.10.2006
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Yall Heard of Me |
Now all y’all done heard of me now I’m C-Murder |
I did done 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 |
Now all y’all did heard of me |
I’m B. Gizzle |
I did done thing you bitch niggaz scared ta I smacked bitches, shot niggaz |
sold coke, caught cases, I’ve done it all |
I ain’t talking I don’t stunt at all |
You don’t wanna mess with that glock boy (that glock boy) |
test me with that glock you get popped boy (dropped boy) |
on the spot money bustin on my socks boy (socks boy) |
it’s hot and now these cops on my jock boy (jock boy) |
I breaks bread with these baseheads |
I shows them love until they slip and I trip son |
And speakin of drugs they wanna label me a killer |
So don’t push me life is hard |
I’m trying to fill my own graveyard the 3rd Ward |
I’m a menace to society like I’ma threat |
Y’all ain’t met the real C yet I’ma rep |
Ask Bumby, Wayne and Rich about me it’s realer than real |
I was chosen when Slim got killed you know how I feels |
it’s a shame the reaper came who should I blame |
Mytaius to me to be cool you know I’m a fool |
messing with you guerillas we get your head bust (head bust) |
me and my homies we about that the paper (the paper) |
it’s money we after Straight money niggaz |
the cut boys could never be no fakers |
I spit that gangster rap forget that hip hop |
I bought them gangster-ass beats that make your head bop (head bop) |
Then make that arm cock (arm cock) and then that show stops (stops) |
cause it’s murda murda murda murda |
the 187 cause I don’t give a. |
but they don’t heard me though |
Now all y’all done heard of me now I’m C-Murder |
I did done 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 |
Now all y’all did heard of me |
I’m B. Gizzle |
I did done thing you bitch niggaz scared ta I smacked bitches, shot niggaz |
Sold coke, caught cases, I’ve done it all |
I ain’t talking I don’t stunt at all |
If you don’t know me ask somebody you know and I bet they know |
This lil nigga quick to draw down and split ya or cut ya throat |
This lil nigga quick to handle his business and quick to creep |
This lil nigga ain’t bout coppin no play or squashin no beef |
This lil nigga keep a 40 up on him wit an extension |
This lil nigga’ll steal ya even when ya payin attention |
I’ma uptown gangsta, V.L. |
don |
when I die bury me wit ya bo’s and a t-shirt on |
I’m a fool like that I be walkin through the hood (hood) |
Wit all my jewelry on bitch niggaz wonder how I do it (do it) |
I’m real that how I could it gets no realer |
I got killas like jarnel just waitin for me to spend 'em |
I was raised with gorillas and gangsters |
Killers and thugs straight hustlers that’ll touch you up These choppers sendin niggaz all true to the game |
You hear C or B.G. |
and ya gotta know them names |
— repeat 2X |
+ (B.G.) |
B.G. |
where you at? |
(Throw your hands up (throw your hands up) |
throw your hands up…(throw your hands up) |
free C-Murder. |
Callio, throw your hands up) |
Stomp for me Jump for me Buck for me Stomp for me |
(Throw your hands up (throw your hands up) |
throw your hands up (throw your hands up) |
free C-Murder. |
Callio, throw your hands up) |
aha. |
the N.O., V. L, CP3, for the Nolia |
you know? |
TRU |