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[c-murder] As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror I realize Im staring into the eyes of a killer C-murder who I be, tru be my click My minds on killing but in the process Im getting rich As I walk out the crackhouse strapped With my bulletproof vest cause I cant live with no bullets up in my chest Im a soldier, bitch I told ya With a shot from the calliop to the magnolia Cause its a known fact that I sell crack You fuck with me Ill smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money But I see popos in the car and commence to running This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag Nigga Ill be a little late but have my cash Jumped in the caddilac and hit i-10 Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe Im gonna go up in Cocked my weapon cause I aint got no time for no bullshit Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend Nigga, dont hate me cause Im getting head while Im smoking weed And when Im done Ill fix a sandwich and Im outie g ? ? ? ? ? ? I aint 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 Chorus They say Im 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 aint taking no shorts nigga ask silkk Im 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 aks 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 thats dumb Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom Im legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving Im not 2pac but uh, Ill still be thugging Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for Besides my family, thats something Ill kill for Disrespect my click, and you will feel a Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa Chorus x4
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