Verse 1 (C Murder)
 I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
 Just got shot got blood on my shoes
 Two bullets in my chest that I cannot feel
 Left the bulletproof vest in the Coup De'ville
 I'm steadily getting weaker I don't know what to do
 Picked up the mobil phone dialed T R U
 Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
 Had to stash all my dope and I hid my nine
 Killa killa killa killa I'll pull your card
 Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
 Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
 Quick to get the gat and peel your cap
 Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
 Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
 Ruthless as fuck and my eyes is red
 I wanna put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
 I got word on the street I got funk with the southside
 I'm a show 'em how to do a fucking drive-by
 Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
 Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
 Master P in the passenger seat getting ready
 Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette
 Got close to them fools told Silkk to cut the lights off
 Grabbed my sawed off and blew the nigga arm off
 Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
 Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
 I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man
 Cause murder is an everythang thang

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 Its an everyday thang

 Verse 2 (Master P)

 I couldn't find a job so I started slanging crack
 Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
 Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
 ?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash homie
 72 oz's that will be two keys
 Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
 Open up shop and start serving double ups
 5 days later watch a nigga fucking bubble up
 Bitches on my dick cause they know I'm living fat
 And get the Lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch
 But I ain't even tripping
 cause I know these hoes don't like me
 And every fucking day the feds out to indict me
 But I ain't going out on know motherfucking bullshit case
 I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state
 Look for distributions start up my own company
 So the major motherfucking labels they could hump me
 No Limit came up quick just like a bullet
 But Master P ?? we pull it
 And all them playa hating suckes still talking shit
 Better check Billboard the number one hit
 Still on the hood on the under ??
 Cause selling dope is an everyday thang

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