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[C-Murder]Say twins you know how we go do a fucking showGet that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out thereNiggas can't control theirself be like uhThey call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherfucking backEver since I started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my leadGot my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed We come do a show in your motherfucking cityThey call me the baddest cause No Limit act shittyBeats By The Pound make them ignant ass beatsWhen a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets Because the ghetto is my home nigga I'm ghetto raisedSongtexteI'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braidsMy motherfucking music be jumping out of record storesNigga where's your proof motherfucker check billboardsTo all my tank dogs that's bout itThen throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy ChorusWe be No Limit niggas and we bout it We come to a club and get the motherfucker rowdy x2[Kane & Abel]6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this bitchHit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this bitchI got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumpingTell that bitch and that hoe I'm trying to do somethingI cracked the optimal open in the middle of the clubDon't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some loveI stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugsTRU niggas smoke dank all the way to the bankAll the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bankKane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuckWe bout it and I'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdyChorus x2[Fiend]I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier doesFor the love of drugs half of my paper go to budEbonic you speaking in the club uh nigga whatEverytime I buzz the tank does when I itWith the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever livedYou ain't seen nothing wait till I'm full of that shitTake a pull of that shitAnd you can meet the piecesMy ironic thesis first heard on a player's leasesLyrical adhesives making these niggas meet JesusI guess we just got them to pieces like greasesTo my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needingMy vocals got wannabe slugs bleedingIt's believing get you tore up by my shottyFiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdyChorus x3[C-Murder talking]Yeah another example of that gangsta shitC-Murder in this bitch Kane & Abel the F. I. FiendShit just another motherfucking day another dollarGet it right cause we bout it peace Aus Songtexte Mania