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[C-Murder]
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Say twins you know how we go do a fucking show
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Get that bitch rowdy how crazy they be acting out there
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Niggas can't control theirself be like uh
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They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherfucking back
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Ever since I started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my lead
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Got my balls and my word nigga ask Young Bleed
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We come do a show in your motherfucking city
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They call me the baddest cause No Limit act shitty
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Beats By The Pound make them ignant ass beats
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When a nigga like me bring the shit to the streets
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Because the ghetto is my home nigga I'm ghetto raised
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I'm unpredictable ask the nigga with the braids
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My motherfucking music be jumping out of record stores
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Nigga where's your proof motherfucker check billboards
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To all my tank dogs that's bout it
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Then throw off your set and get this motherfucker rowdy
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Chorus
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We be No Limit niggas and we bout it
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We come to a club and get the motherfucker rowdy x2
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[Kane & Abel]
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6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this bitch
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Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this bitch
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I got the crowd jumping gangstafied shit pumping
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Tell that bitch and that hoe I'm trying to do something
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I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club
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Don't give a fuck about the popos niggas smoke some bud
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Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love
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I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
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TRU niggas smoke dank all the way to the bank
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All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
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Kane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a fuck
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We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherfucker rowdy
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Chorus x2
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[Fiend]
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I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
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Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
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For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud
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Ebonic you speaking in the club uh nigga what
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Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it
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With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot
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I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived
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You ain't seen nothing wait till I'm full of that shit
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Take a pull of that shit
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And you can meet the pieces
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My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
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Lyrical adhesives making these niggas meet Jesus
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I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
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To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
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My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
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It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
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Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy
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Chorus x3
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[C-Murder talking]
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Yeah another example of that gangsta shit
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C-Murder in this bitch Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend
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Shit just another motherfucking day another dollar
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Get it right cause we bout it peace
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No Limit Niggas
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Kane & Abel |