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C-Murder

3 Strikes soundtrack

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[C-Murder]Let me see them 3`s, put em upThis for all my lil` soldiers out there stuck in the worldor put in a situation (situation) where they didn`t have a choice(fuck the world nigga you got a choice)on whether they wanted to be there or notIn the ghetto it`s kill or be killed, in a place called the street(ya heard me?)Chorus: C-MurderIt`s been a long time since a nigga showed me loveI`ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga bloodIt`s been a long time since a nigga showed me lovebut I`ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood[C-Murder]I`m trapped in crime, I`m pushin nickels and dimesand will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?I`m breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no loveFresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and livedIt ain`t my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on holdI know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be boldand I`m a grown man, protected by my set and my weaponAin`t no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I`m checkinThem 15`s, layin laws like the man, callin shotsHoldin meetings on the block a young nigga at the topand will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I`m usedtadoin what I`m doin right now, and this shit will never stopChorus[C-Murder]Two years I`m locked up like a BITCH I`m boxed upHard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks upBut it`s the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your momsBy any means stack yo` chips, if it`s illegal nigga don`t tripThey`re dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don`t be like no bustaThese streets don`t love ya and uhh I really don`t trust yaMake a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own duesAnd all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain`t nuttin but clues niggaI`ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varitiesBe like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get niggaYou creep or you sleep, but me, I`m packin my heatCause real life ain`t on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotchChorus 2X[C-Murder]It`s been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me loveC-Murder, C-P-3-killerProjects the cold hearted streets of New OrleansThe infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age wellStreets got me crazy, will I die I don`t knowIt`s war crimes baby, takin over the worldPut in a situation, forced to, handle your businessHandle your own hold your own boy that`s the code of the ghettoWill I die I don`t know babyIt ain`t up to me it`s up to that man upstairsSo I just say to all the young niggaz out theregoin through what I went through, there`s a way outSo keep your head highand keep your heat low, ya heard me?{*fades out*}

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