
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Eyes Of A Killa |
As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror |
I realize I’m staring into the eyes of a killer |
C-Murder who I be, TRU be my click |
My mind’s on killing but in the process I’m getting rich |
As I walk out the crackhouse strapped |
With my bulletproof vest cause I can’t live with no bullets up in my chest |
I’m a soldier, bitch I told ya |
With a shot from the Calliop to the Magnolia |
Cause it’s a known fact that I sell crack |
You fuck with me I’ll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track |
Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money |
But I see popo’s in the car and commence to running |
This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag |
Nigga I’ll be a little late but have my cash |
Jumped in the caddilac and hit I-10 |
Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I’m gonna go up in |
Cocked my weapon cause I ain’t got no time for no bullshit |
Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend |
Nigga, don’t hate me cause I’m getting head while I’m smoking weed |
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 |
I blame that shit on spending half of my life behind bars |
The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers |
But homocide know C-Murder is a born killer |
They say I’m a drug dealer |
But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2 |
My mind playin tricks cause um, I think some dope missing |
Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy |
And I ain’t taking no shorts nigga ask Silkk |
I’m known to fold a nigga head like a fuckin quilt |
Call bye cause I smell a fuckin murder coming |
No limit soldiers bout to have this fuckin party jumping |
Infared on AK’s for a better aim |
T-Shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name |
Cause six deep is how we mob |
Time for a 187, a motherfucking homocide |
They put another x up on my tatooes |
Laughing as another nigga sing the blues |
Like Frank Nino, I feel funeral homes make a nigga wish they kept thier |
Motherfuckin ass home |
You can take me to jail bitch, but that’s dumb |
Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom |
I’m legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving |
I’m not 2pac but uh, I’ll still be thugging |
Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for |
Besides my family, that’s something I’ll kill for |
Disrespect my click, and you will feel a |
Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa |
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Backseat Driver ft. Hollyn, Tru | 2020 |
I'm Bout It, Bout It ft. Master P, Mia x | 2009 |
Pop Goes My 9 ft. Tru, Kane and Abel | 2014 |
Where U from ft. Halleluyah | 2005 |
Stressin' ft. C-Murder, Computer | 2006 |
You Ain't Sayin Nothin' ft. Afficial, Paul Wall | 2005 |
Ride ft. Halleluyah, Jr Writer | 2005 |
Sweated by the Po Po's | 1992 |
Who's da Killer? | 1992 |
Fedz | 2004 |
Ghetto Cheeze | 2006 |
What They Call Us? | 2006 |
They Can't Stop Us | 2006 |
I Got Candy | 2006 |
The Lord Is Testin Me | 2006 |
No Limit Soldiers | 2006 |
Heaven 4 A Gangsta | 2006 |
Ghetto Thang ft. Big Ed | 2006 |
Tru ?'s ft. Tru | 2018 |