C-Murder/(Daz Dillinger)
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(Yeah, what's happenin?)
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Whassup Daz nigga?
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(Whassup C-Murder?)
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Shit, I think we got problems.
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(What?)
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Ya know?
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(Fuck that.)
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Nigga call back Sean let's do that shit like this.
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(How we doin it just like this.)
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Okay.
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(Ya know what I'm sayin?)
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Let's ride on em.
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(Buck all yall.)
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Ya heard?
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Daz Dillinger
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Aww yeah (aww yeah), it's bout that time to get into some gangsta shit
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A second no doubt nigga before we bang you quick
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The gang and No Limit, we about to trip
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Slangin these thangs as a youngster
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Grew up with killers and drug niggas, big cowards and busters
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Seen it all from a mile away, but it's all on straight
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With automatic with static nigga cause we don't play
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C-Murder rap up and pat up and rap up, out to get him nigga what up
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With enough lead to make these niggas shut the fuck up
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Boom boom as me and my niggas come through with attitude
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Actin rude, slappin and jackin these fools
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Rollin down the block as the system knock
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Truck beatin deep as a motherfucker, fuck the cops
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I bust on niggas with nerve, pull up on niggas on the curb
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Swerve and yell out nigga you ain't heard
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Bout as dollar birds, loaded high of herb
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Sean duck, what the fuck, niggas are rollin it up
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My heart is cold as ice, day and night
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Strapped with shit you can't fuck with, so you better get white
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See gotta gun it off, got up and stumbled, fell and fall
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??? and spin niggas with my motherfuckin doggs
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Cause when you fuck with us you done fucked with the real
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So we don't fuck with sucka niggas, busta niggas that squeal
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Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
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Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
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You knowin how we do, how we do man
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Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
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Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
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You knowin how we do it, we don't play play
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C-Murder
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In God I trust, for them gats I bust
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And fuck the world cause a gangsta bitch, I never trust
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Now who's to blame for the motherfucking rain pouring down on my head
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I guess it was the life I led
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Cause society done made me into a villan
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And I'm willing to execute another killing
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Cause I dwell with them cut throats and alcoholics
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And been a member ever since I could remember
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Relieve stress with the sex and masturbation
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And ride for No Limit with no motherfucking hesitation
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Cause I'm a TRU nigga (TRU nigga), a real nigga (real nigga)
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A go getta (a go getta), and wig splitter
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With my nigga daz, quick to blast and whoop your ass
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And fuck a mask, leavin niggas up in a body bag
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And L.T., lace the weed and run the motherfucking beat
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Cause Murder and Daz run the motherfucking streets
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Daz Dillinger
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Hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
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Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
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You knowin how we do it, how we do man
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I'm yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
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Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
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You knowin how we do it, we don't play play
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Woman
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Daz, they took all my money, they took my jewelry.
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They took everything.
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I don't know what I'm a do.
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I'm broke.
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C-Murder
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Ya know what Daz, send that hoe over here.
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Come here bitch.
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Come here, come here, come here!
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Don't touch my motherfucking money.
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Hoe don't ever come on this motherfucking
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Murder and Daz
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C-Murder |