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Lyrics: [c-murder] Say twins you know how we go do a f***ing show Get that bi*** 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 motherf***ing 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 motherf***ing city They call me the baddest cause no limit act sh**ty Beats by the pound make them ignant ass beats When a nigga like me bring the sh** to the streets Because the ghetto is my home nigga I'm ghetto raised I'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braids My motherf***ing music be jumping out of record stores Nigga where's your proof motherf***er check billboards To all my tank dogs that's bout it Then throw off your set and get this motherf***er rowdy Chorus We be no limit niggas and we bout it We come to a club and get the motherf***er rowdy x2 [kane & abel] 6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this bi*** Hit the dash flow off mike start a fight in this bi*** I got the crowd jumping gangstafied sh** pumping Tell that bi*** and that hoe I'm trying to do something I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club Don't give a f*** 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 f*** We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherf***er 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 sh** Take a pull of that sh** 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 sh** C-murder in this bi*** kane & abel the f. i. fiend sh** just another motherf***ing day another dollar Get it right cause we bout it peace More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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