C-Murder

C-Murder - The Truest Shit lyrics

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This be the truest shit I ever said
 A nigga might wind up dead
 with money comes bad times
 these days you got to have a strong mind
 I grew up as a motherfucken thug
 An outkast couldn't do shit but slang drugs
 In and out of jail ain't no place to be
 i'm not short dog but I just want to be free
 made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers
 don't give a fuck who I hurt
 You wonder why a nigga can't sleep man
 because I got the blood of my dead brother on my hand
 A true nigga can't rest g
 till these bitch ass niggas get the fuck from around me
 you sport the tank but your not a real soldier
 would you die for this shit "no" P I told ya
 your true to the game but your ain't true to me
 nigga be yourself you can't be me or P
 my veins pump no limit blood from day one nigga
 ask Big Ed he put it on his only son
 chorus 2x
 I got a few niggas want me dead
 anticipating my death for the shit I said
 huh true soldiers true niggas
 motherfucking blood true love thugg figues
 bitch niggas be plotting on me
 behind close doors niggas hola when you see me
 P said if you going to get'em
 get'em shoot first and make sure you hit em
 I can't lose another tank dog
 one more dead and watch no limit go off
 y'all ain't ready for war
 I leave niggas tripping off the shit that they saw
 I known for taking niggas out in street murder one
 muthafucker check my rap sheet
 I thank P for taking me out the game
 put the mike in my hand and gave me my name
 Chorus 2x
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Language: English

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