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c murder - betya (bonus track) lyrics

– tru records, it’s time to wild out now boy
it’s on…yeah…

[chorus]
betya i can make you bounce to this
betya i can make you clap to this
smokin that green, feelin fine
got me a forty and a fat -ss nine
betya i can make you bounce to this
betya i can make you clap to this
smokin that green, feelin fine
got me a forty and a fat -ss nine

get at me dog, you know the routine
i ain’t hard to find, i’m on that thug.com
if the block is hot i be chillin in the shade
you can call me on 1-900-break bread
or 1-800-getting paid but don’t tell
or imma send cut boy to rang yo bell
it’s a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city
that’s why i hang with the cutt throat committee
me and wayne-g in the truck tinted up
got red in the back and she bout to roll it up
the new jordans bout to drop, you know i gotta cop em
told curren$y meet me at footlocker
and bring kernell with you that’s my dog too
my next phone call went to my n-gg- boo
and wine and nines cuz that’s how we ride
n-gg- la dadada, la la la la

[chorus]

i’ve been thuggin since i came out the womb
been at battle with these cats like the army platoon
didn’t know what dope was, but i was hustling
didn’t even know what looking hard was, but i was muggin
didn’t even know what p-ssy was (shiiit), but i was f-ckin
little pretty chicken
had her kissin on my stick-en
and fist fights, it was anybody’s turn
i was jabbin, and stickin n-gg-s like thomas hearns
i’m an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash
i was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag
i’m bad to the bone, so i’m illegal
used to dream of being a boss like bugsy siegal
here i go, here i go, here i go again
i want a thug girl ma, you ain’t gotta be a ten
just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in
and hop in when i spin the benz (eeerr)

[chorus]

i don’t think you wanna mess wit tru ya lil child
why would a n-gg- call himself juvenile
like benny hill, we slap kids in the head
i bet ya scary -ss still p-ss in the bed
i’m new orleans baby, you sweeter than honey
this tru records city n-gg- f-ck cash money
i’m c, c-p-3, uptown g
i f-ck with unlv, lil ya and tec-g
i’m a bad -ss miller boy, a killer boy
get them sea man shoes and put yo -ss in a river boy
and all those girls that left no limit on bad terms
keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms
mystikal (mystikal), you da hoe
yeah i heard you got f-cked before
and if anybody out there don’t like what i said
let it be known my favorite color is red (blue)

[chorus]

- c murder lyrics

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