[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:] 

6 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