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C-Murder » Akickdoe
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	(Master P:) Yo C-Murder Nigga you woke? (Coughing) Keep your eyes on the road nigga. Pass the weed (ok) We gon' head up interstate 10 We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there) We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it We gon' handle our business We gon' smoke We gon' make it back to the N.O. Cuz u know whut? Us South niggaz don't playa hate We got love from the South, the East, to da West, to the Nizorth But it's your time baby We gon' handle our business And we gonna do this shit like g'z We gonna represent to the dizend Ya heard me? (Pimp C:) This game fucked up I ain't got no friends And I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz Uhhh, and I'm a trill nigga Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger Lay it down muthafucka 'cause I'm bustin' for mine Take that iron everytime and I ain't tryin' dyin' Niggaz dyin' in Port Arthur (huh nigga what?) Still thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?) Bust 17 times to let 'em feel what I'm sayin' UGK and C-Murder Cadillac and the Tank (Master P) Bout to fade to platinum Smoke some dank and some drank Your bitch luv me when I come to your city Serve my dick out her pussy And bust my nuts on her titties Uhh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth Now get your mind right nigga (mind right) And make a pimp rich And never put trust in no trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch) (Chorus x4:) I'm fin' ta pull akickdoe! (ugghhhhhh!) Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) (Bun B:) They tried to run up in the manger (run up) Da home of Bun B I see me P and C in danger (danger) Just like the ATL, Phiz H, and Texas Rangers Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga. But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers We got calibers and magnums Gotta gage these pistols Hand grenades, and land mines Choppers rifles and missiles Some of them bitches whistle Some of them bitches silent But all them bitches handle they business All of them violent Bout it bout it and dangerous Soldiers that wanna gang with us Bang with us, hang with us Get that No Limit slang with us I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over So get the chip off your shoulder Fix ya lip I done told yah We hold ya hostage in ya own apartment complex Nigga I can see that you got plicked Sit down and take a time check This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at The fear in your eyes I see's dat Bitch where's the key's & the g'z at? (chorus x2) (C-Murder:) Lay it down muthafucka Everybody gotta go Give me the loot is what I tell 'em When I kick in the doe' Nigga I'm mad at the world For my lack of havin' papers Fuck the law and the cops Cuz I'm down for a caper (Master P:) Some say we dangerous Especially when broke I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope I just live for confetti You see I'm daily like Freddy You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy (C-Murder:) I got to much choice in my head I wanna take my own life My last chance is a 211 But it got me thankin' twice It's a drought right now So these drugs ain't happenin' And if it wasn't for No Limit There would be no money in rapping. (Master P:) You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze! You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game Keep your eyez on your enemies Stack some chips and get out man. (C-Murder:) Give me a ski-mask, a 9 And a down ass nigga And watch me pull a flee-flicker And make my cheese get bigger If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this Nigga 2 shots in the air Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke And if anybody make a move nigga, everybody gotta go We just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans and Texas, hooked up C-Murder, Master P, and UGK Now Nigga what? (chorus till fade)
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