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[C-Murder]Motherfuckers always wonderin why this nigga winding up dead.Why is this nigga dead.It's because motherfuckers out here is stupid.They giving to it some motherfuckin body.They cross a nigga.And they dont watch thier motherfuckin back.Niggas gonna retaliate.You cant cross a nigga without gettin it.Cause a motherfucker realize that.I aint runnin.ChorusSongtexteI gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runninI got my TRU niggas with me and we strappedI gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runninI got my TRU niggas with me and they gunninI gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runninI got my TRU niggas with me and we ridersI gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runninI got my TRU niggas with me and we strappedI got beef with some niggas on the other sideThem fools cross me, now somebody gotta dieI got the twins in the lex with the black tintI told em bust if you see a motherfucker flinchI guess them busters wanna see if the tank realThey wasn't satisfied when they homie got killedI aint banging on no motherfucking tape niggaTest me and I'm gonna celebrate your dead dayI can't sleep when my enemy is looking for meI'm paranoid niggas tryin to take my soul from meBut I aint runnin I'm a look em dead in the eyeI'm a real nigga and real niggas dont dieChorus[Kane & Abel]Hot lead at your head at the speed of lightCant outrun a bullet, you goin die tonightIt aint right but thats the way its gotta beThe circumstance is the murderman danceMe and my brother made the world pitch black ready for combatAutomatic gats for weed packs stay strappedPlaya some niggas came but everybody aint ableDick hard starin at a hundred G's on the kitchen tableThey say my status turn to casualties when i squeezeHit em up with two two threes, bodies scatter like the breezeFatal injuries, i feel sorry for your motherBut i got this motherfucker fore he got me get em[C-Murder]Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania