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[Intro] Co sign let's show these boyz how we rock (straight Gutter) I got this Tru tatted on me six or seven times for real But the biggest one is on the back baby ha ha feel me You know that means It's means "Tru Records" nigga hu Respect dat there That mean's you better respect us, will do ya something "blackka" [Chorus] Third wall I represent represent "C-muder" Callao I represent I represent "C-murder" Tru Records I represent represent "C-murder", get outta of here Milly songs I represent represent [Verse One] I am deep in the game, I weight more than six feet (for real) I am straight street ain't nothing fake about me From the pen,to the hood to the studio booth One hundred percent Tru I only speak the truth, my G code is impeccable I am Capo at this, check my tat Check out stats Man respect it, check out gatts it's still smoking We in the Lac chocking, when I am hurting I push those ghetto tokens One thousand four grams, we call them hood chickens Watch me pluck them feather imbombit nigga, fuck the weather 187 on a slick Then it's on (we run this) fuck the House of Blues wodee move I anit got nothing to loose Bop ya head if you a gangster (Bop ya head if you a gangster) "Murder" shut your mouth if you a wankster (shut ya mouth if you a wankster) I got an army ass, call my ass Cancer because I am killing everything in site close your curtain tights It's gonna be a long night Yeah it's murder [Chorus] [Verse Two] I spent mills on my legal fees, I prayz on my knees The D.A. is like a fucking disease, and right here is the key And all the dope's for me, intergation you get Nathan from C I am thorough, like a through bread they floating like family They mad cause the Cut Boyz Psycho and trigga happy Real "REAL" we all real if something get spilled then they all gonna sqwill we chill I ain't no St Saint but I am New Orleans you dig I don't fuck with Pork chops cause they taste like pig And meat balls they for a wig, to bust brains I got Marlo and mess bussing those Tru Records chains If your clueless (what) your never have a clue man My shit a bullet, but my shit started when I am green man Look at my chain man (what) Only ten niggas got these, Tru Records I put my life in there hands G Cut Boyz we here baby, we don't die we multiply homee I screaming for Vengeance Murder Mack in the building Watch your bbbzack, watch your front Come here and hide with me baby, you know what time it is I am thuged out to the bone from the bush to the shoes catch me on the news nigga Screaming for Vengeances we not what time it is I am checking you You can never check me I am a G CP3 born and bread, BLACKKA one two the head nigga Nigga I am out close the studio doors |
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