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C-Murder Life Or Death 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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