C-Murder
C-Murder - NL Iggaz songtekst
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Artist: C-Murder f/ Afficial Album: Trapped in Crime Song: NL Iggaz [C-Murder talking] What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka nigga talkin' bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what's happn' No Limit forever lil' daddy it's cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out [C-Murder] Nigga nigga I'mma rider never gave a fuck about the other side Me & my niggas we love to get high An break the rules Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped I only give my real niggas dap Me & my click is so close it's fucked up My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro These niggas bout to straight get plucked I'mma millionaire These ghetto niggas put me there Showed me love Nigga pass the dub It's a TRU thang Respect it like your last name Or get touched boy I don't give a fuck boy C-Murder:(Chorus) No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas TRU niggas on a mission muggin' in club niggas No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas TRU niggas on a mission don't give a fuck nigga [Reapeat] [Afficial group member #1] Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge Fuck it I'll do the sentence lift weights & read books Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books Only understand crooks ya'll niggas is suckers I'm in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth Nine outta ten niggas is haters I'm the other one Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds [Afficial group member #2] Uh hu I bet ya'll love the way I flips em' out Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out I done took it where ya'll can't go now how bout that I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats That's why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac's Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday's Chorus(4X)