Текст песни C-Murder - NL Iggaz
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Artist: C-Murder f/ AfficialAlbum: Trapped in CrimeSong: NL Iggaz[C-Murder talking]What`s happn` yo what`s happn` nigga oh salt shakin` ass muthafuckanigga talkin` bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit yougonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what`s happn` No Limit foreverlil` 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 sideMe & my niggas we love to get highAn break the rulesLike fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trappedI only give my real niggas dapMe & my click is so close it`s fucked upMy nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed upAn showed up ready to blow some shit up like CastroThese niggas bout to straight get pluckedI`mma millionaireThese ghetto niggas put me thereShowed me loveNigga pass the dubIt`s a TRU thangRespect it like your last nameOr get touched boyI don`t give a fuck boyC-Murder:(Chorus)No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggasTRU niggas on a mission muggin` in club niggasNo Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggasTRU niggas on a mission don`t give a fuck nigga[Reapeat][Afficial group member #1]Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the carBlow my smoke to the sky blazin` dutches cigarsI got the street in my veins my block runs thru my bloodPlead guilty to tha charges when I`m facin` the judgeFuck it I`ll do the sentence lift weights & read booksMake me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my booksOnly understand crooks ya`ll niggas is suckersI`m in a booth waitin` for a CEO to front usI got the hood relyin` on me not to mention myselfSo if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealthNine outta ten niggas is haters I`m the other oneLike startin` fires that blazes & stackin` my funds[Afficial group member #2]Uh hu I bet ya`ll love the way I flips em` outFunny guy hu now watch how these clips come outI done took it where ya`ll can`t go now how bout thatI done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin` catsAn they mad at me cause they say I spit it to roughAn throw it at you like a chick who don`t get it enoughWhat is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this catsThat`s why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac`sRemember back til` when we hid them stacks in alley waysNow we keep that dough comin` & goin` like holiday`sChorus(4X)