Artist: C-Murder f/ Afficial
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Album: Trapped in Crime
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Song: NL Iggaz
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[C-Murder talking]
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What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka
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nigga talkin' bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you
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gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what's happn' No Limit forever
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lil' daddy it's cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out
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[C-Murder]
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Nigga nigga I'mma rider never gave a fuck about the other side
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Me & my niggas we love to get high
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An break the rules
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Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped
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I only give my real niggas dap
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Me & my click is so close it's fucked up
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My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up
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An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro
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These niggas bout to straight get plucked
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I'mma millionaire
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These ghetto niggas put me there
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Showed me love
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Nigga pass the dub
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It's a TRU thang
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Respect it like your last name
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Or get touched boy
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I don't give a fuck boy
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C-Murder:(Chorus)
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No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
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TRU niggas on a mission muggin' in club niggas
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No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
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TRU niggas on a mission don't give a fuck nigga
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[Reapeat]
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[Afficial group member #1]
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Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car
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Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars
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I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood
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Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge
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Fuck it I'll do the sentence lift weights & read books
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Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books
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Only understand crooks ya'll niggas is suckers
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I'm in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us
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I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself
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So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth
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Nine outta ten niggas is haters I'm the other one
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Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds
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[Afficial group member #2]
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Uh hu I bet ya'll love the way I flips em' out
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Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out
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I done took it where ya'll can't go now how bout that
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I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats
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An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough
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An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough
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What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats
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That's why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac's
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Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways
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Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday's
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Chorus(4X)
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NL Iggaz
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C-Murder |