Artist: C-Murder f/ Mystikal
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Album: Trapped in Crime
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Song: What You Bout
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[M] You motherfucking well right.
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[C] What's happ'. Motherfucking well right
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[M] BUCK! BUCK! Here I go boy. 504 still up in this BITCH!
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[C] Nigga, TRU Records in this bitch ya dig
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It's a No Limit thang boy.
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[M] Nigga, if you aint bout that motherfucking drama
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and all that other crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga
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[C] Ke'noe
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[M] Ya heard me
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Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder)
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What you bout boy (What you bout boy)
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Thugged out boy (Thugged out boy)
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From the South boy (From the South boy)
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Shut ya mouth boy (Shut ya mouth boy)
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[Mystikal]
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Yeah
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Kept telling a motherfucker they aint gon' feel us, see us, hear us
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These niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas
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Ya'll niggas tryna keep up with the man
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ya'll motherfuckers need to keep up with the time
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Fuck all that other shit, come up with the beat
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I'ma come up with the rhyme
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The dome splitter, natural born zone ripper
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Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol gripper
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I told ya ass, you can't say my name with a dick in yo mouth
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It done happened already, you know I'm coming to fuck up the crowd
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Any how, got ya hands down might as well have yo pants down
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Bout this Bout it Bout it, so nigga don't FUCK AROUND
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The man hot, stand out
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Got the whole clout, represent the whole South
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Chorus
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[C-Murder]
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What you bout, I'm bout that drama, step to me and let's handle it
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A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of Louisiana
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The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm representing
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TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit
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Deadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters
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And I bring them lyrics that'll have them killers fighting like mosquitos
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Break bread with killers and hang with thugs,
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nigga went to jail for slangin drugs
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Now I'm free, just me and the streets
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aint fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me
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But if it go down, I'm ready to ride, I aint scared, I'm ready to die
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Nigga be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry
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Don't play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy
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Fucking with No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy
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What You Bout
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C-Murder |