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(feat. C-Murder, Fiend) [C-Murder] Say twins you know how we go do a fucking show Get that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out there Niggas can't control theirself be like uh They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherfucking back Ever since I started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my lead Got my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed We come do a show in your motherfucking city They call me the baddest cause No Limit act shitty Beats By The Pound make them ignant ass beats When a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets Because the ghetto is my home nigga I'm ghetto raised I'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braids My motherfucking music be jumping out of record stores Nigga where's your proof motherfucker check billboards To all my tank dogs that's bout it Then throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy [Chorus] We be No Limit niggas and we bout it We come to a club and get the motherfucker rowdy [x2] [Kane & Abel] Songtexte6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this bitch Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this bitch I got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumping Tell that bitch and that hoe I'm trying to do something I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club Don't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs TRU niggas smoke dank all the way to the bank All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank Kane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuck We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdy [Chorus x2] [Fiend] I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud Ebonic you speaking in the club uh nigga what Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived You ain't seen nothing wait till I'm full of that shit Take a pull of that shit And you can meet the pieces My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases Lyrical adhesives making these niggas meet Jesus I guess we just got them to pieces like greases To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding It's believing get you tore up by my shotty Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy [Chorus x3] [C-Murder talking] Yeah another example of that gangsta shit C-Murder in this bitch Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend Shit just another motherfucking day another dollar Get it right cause we bout it peace Aus Songtexte Mania