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(feat. C-Murder) [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. [Chorus] I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin I got my TRU niggas with me and we strapped I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin I got my TRU niggas with me and they gunnin I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin I got my TRU niggas with me and we riders I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin I got my TRU niggas with me and we strapped I got beef with some niggas on the other side Them fools cross me, now somebody gotta die SongtexteI got the twins in the lex with the black tint I told em bust if you see a motherfucker flinch I guess them busters wanna see if the tank real They wasn't satisfied when they homie got killed I aint banging on no motherfucking tape nigga Test me and I'm gonna celebrate your dead day I can't sleep when my enemy is looking for me I'm paranoid niggas tryin to take my soul from me But I aint runnin I'm a look em dead in the eye I'm a real nigga and real niggas dont die [Chorus] [Kane & Abel] Hot lead at your head at the speed of light Cant outrun a bullet, you goin die tonight It aint right but thats the way its gotta be The circumstance is the murderman dance Me and my brother made the world pitch black ready for combat Automatic gats for weed packs stay strapped Playa some niggas came but everybody aint able Dick hard starin at a hundred G's on the kitchen table They say my status turn to casualties when i squeeze Hit em up with two two threes, bodies scatter like the breeze Fatal injuries, i feel sorry for your mother But i got this motherfucker fore he got me get em [C-Murder] [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania