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feat afficial c murder - nl iggaz (feat. afficial) - c-murder lyrics

song: nl iggaz

[c-murder talking]
what’s happn’ yo what’s happn’ n-gg- oh salt shakin’ -ss m-th-f-cka
n-gg- talkin’ bout keep it real n-gg- this the realest sh-t you
gonna run up on ya dig tru n-gg- what’s happn’ no limit forever
lil’ daddy it’s cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real sh-t out

[c-murder]
n-gg- n-gg- i’mma rider never gave a f-ck about the other side
me & my n-gg-s we love to get high
an break the rules
like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped
i only give my real n-gg-s dap
me & my click is so close it’s f-cked up
my n-gg- nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up
an showed up ready to blow some sh-t up like castro
these n-gg-s bout to straight get plucked
i’mma millionaire
these ghetto n-gg-s put me there
showed me love
n-gg- p-ss the dub
it’s a tru thang
respect it like your last name
or get touched boy
i don’t give a f-ck boy

c-murder:(chorus)
no limit n-gg-s we thug n-gg-s we love n-gg-s
tru n-gg-s on a mission muggin’ in club n-gg-s
no limit n-gg-s we thug n-gg-s we love n-gg-s
tru n-gg-s on a mission don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
[reapeat]

[afficial group member #1]
pull out the porsh chicks run to the car
blow my smoke to the sky blazin’ dutches cigars
i got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood
plead guilty to tha charges when i’m facin’ the judge
f-ck it i’ll do the sentence lift weights & read books
make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books
only understand crooks ya’ll n-gg-s is suckers
i’m in a booth waitin’ for a ceo to front us
i got the hood relyin’ on me not to mention myself
so if the drug game dead i can rely on my wealth
nine outta ten n-gg-s is haters i’m the other one
like startin’ fires that blazes & stackin’ my funds

[afficial group member #2]
uh hu i bet ya’ll love the way i flips em’ out
funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out
i done took it where ya’ll can’t go now how bout that
i done turned these straight up n-gg-s into stumblin’ cats
an they mad at me cause they say i spit it to rough
an throw it at you like a chick who don’t get it enough
what is it x-ray vision the way i see thru this cats
that’s why i roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac’s
remember back til’ when we hid them stacks in alley ways
now we keep that dough comin’ & goin’ like holiday’s

chorus(4x)

- feat afficial c murder lyrics

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