ya dig) [Chorus - 2x] [C-Murder] I'm C dash (ya dig) to the Murder man (ya dig) I make you dance (ya dig) give you a chance (ya dig) I run the streets
Превод: Ц-Мурдер. Иа диг.
my dogs (ya dig) you know we ball (ya dig) Until we fall (ya dig) but we won't fall (ya dig) 2001 (ya dig) 2002 (ya dig) 2003 (ya heard) we play for keeps
swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth Ya got time to riff
again Ill unload the clip and conversate with my friend Now this thing shouldn't be that hard I done lost my dog now im fallin apart (Verse 1) C-Murder
St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder
cash he made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder
that's the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit 'Cause I'm
like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step
sinai cause I'm fly When you're high from the lye You see me mingle in the sky The dim light superceeds the street cock fight Straight heterosex, but I still dig van, ya
Stay cased up, nigga stay deep in court Reminisin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was pork Ya'll
lockin' us Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat You pull out you bust that Your gat useless, where ya heart at? It fingers the trigger, change ya
CP3! Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock And me and Silkk
easy being me, I'm a cutboy Capone and 'Tez, that's my niggaz ya dig We be thuggin, we be wildin, in these villas ya dig 'Cause we the realest ya dig
crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga [C] Ke'noe [M] Ya heard me Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder) What you bout boy (What you bout boy) Thugged
make for cuttin' off the cake Fake niggas, I hate yo' face, niggas Seal your fate, no safety on the triggers Ditches for the bodies I dump I dig bigger Puttin mo' dick to ya
us niggaz ain't scared to bust {repeat 2 x2} [c-murder] There you have it. (there you have it baby.) This has been a mr. magic presentation, ya dig.
Say C & Mac, bruh, I think them hoes gone love this shit dogg Foreal! Knowmsayin'? Tell them hoes come to the floor dogg! [C-Murder] TRU, ya dig? [
