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| C-murder Life Or Death (explicit) The Truest Shit Chorus This be the truest shit i ever said A nigga might wind up dead With money comes bad times These days you got to have a strong mind I grew up as a motherfucken thug An outkast couldn't do shit but slang drugs In and out of jail ain't no place to be I'm not short dog but i just want to be free Made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers Don't give a fuck who i hurt You wonder why a nigga can't sleep man Because i got the blood of my dead brother on my hand A true nigga can't rest g Till these bitch ass get the fuck from around me You sweat the tank but your not a real soldier Would you die for this shit "no" p i told ya Your true to the game but your ain't true to me Nigga be yourself you can't be me or p My veins pump no limit blood from day one nigga Ask big ed he put it on his only son Chorus 2x I got a few niggas want me dead Anticipating my death for the shit i said Huh true soldiers true niggas Motherfucking blood true love thugg figues Bitch niggas be plotting on me Behind close doors niggas hola when you see me P said if you going to get'em Get'em shoot first and make sure you hit em I can't lose another tank dog One more dead and watch no limit go off Y'all ain't ready for war I leave niggas tripping off the shit that they saw I known for taking niggas out in street murder one Muthafucker check my rap sheet I thank p for taking me out the game Put the mike in my hand and gave me my name Chorus 2x |
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