| As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror
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| I realize I’m staring into the eyes of a killer
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| C-Murder who I be, TRU be my click
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| My mind’s on killing but in the process I’m getting rich
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| As I walk out the crackhouse strapped
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| With my bulletproof vest cause I can’t live with no bullets up in my chest
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| I’m a soldier, bitch I told ya
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| With a shot from the Calliop to the Magnolia
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| Cause it’s a known fact that I sell crack
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| You fuck with me I’ll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track
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| Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money
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| But I see popo’s in the car and commence to running
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| This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag
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| Nigga I’ll be a little late but have my cash
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| Jumped in the caddilac and hit I-10
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| Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I’m gonna go up in
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| Cocked my weapon cause I ain’t got no time for no bullshit
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| Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend
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| Nigga, don’t hate me cause I’m getting head while I’m smoking weed
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| And when I’m done I’ll fix a sandwich and I’m outie G
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| I ain’t workin with it all
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| I blame that shit on spending half of my life behind bars
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| The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers
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| But homocide know C-Murder is a born killer
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| They say I’m a drug dealer
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| But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2
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| My mind playin tricks cause um, I think some dope missing
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| Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy
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| And I ain’t taking no shorts nigga ask Silkk
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| I’m known to fold a nigga head like a fuckin quilt
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| Call bye cause I smell a fuckin murder coming
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| No limit soldiers bout to have this fuckin party jumping
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| Infared on AK’s for a better aim
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| T-Shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name
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| Cause six deep is how we mob
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| Time for a 187, a motherfucking homocide
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| They put another x up on my tatooes
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| Laughing as another nigga sing the blues
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| Like Frank Nino, I feel funeral homes make a nigga wish they kept thier
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| Motherfuckin ass home
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| You can take me to jail bitch, but that’s dumb
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| Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom
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| I’m legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving
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| I’m not 2pac but uh, I’ll still be thugging
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| Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for
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| Besides my family, that’s something I’ll kill for
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| Disrespect my click, and you will feel a
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| Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eyes Of A Killa , by - Tru. Song from the album Tru 2 Da Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп