C-Murder Bossalinie[Edited]

1.Intro


2.Ghetto Boy

Wha？
Ghetto boy
Just a lil' ghetto boy

Chorus
A lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil'
Just a lil' ghetto boy x4

A million dollars don't mean shit to me
I'm from the streets with a hard hittin slang ghetto d
Nigga and still makin moves with a sick click
Trick fuck a bitch, i gank with my dick
A young nigga from tha hood, it's all good
When i represent my city, i'm suckin on a bitch titty
And red alazay and 50 blunts rolled up
You wanna hit, then muthafucka hold up
Slow ya roll, get yo bank rolled, ain't it cold
I been slangin', since i was 10 years old
A lil' skinny muthafucka packin guns fuck a toy
Nigga, i'm just a lil' ghetto boy

Chorus x4

I'm just a ghetto boy, uptown rebel boy
Hot boy, fifty thousand dollar watch boy
These ghetto jails come from out of my grill
Ain't nuthin changed still bout that murder murder, kill kill
Into ghetto bitches, ghetto rides, ghetto wars
Ghetto food, got ghetto ways, i guess i'm just a ghetto star
I still hang on the set from time to time
Might slang a dime or two, just to remind the crew
Still ghetto keep a rag on my face
Representin' the place, i was talkin' grace
From bad news, you probably caught me bustin at fools
I keep it ghetto like bitches with baby daddy tatoos

Chorus x4

I'm ghetto like pissin in the streets smokin weed
Like hangers on tv or roaches crawling up your sleeve
Me, run with a mighty click, conglamorate sick
Leave haters on respirators, when this shit get thick
Bitch, i'm more ghetto than a high school drop out
When them hoes be fightin and they titty pop out
Don't make me pull tha glok out, n' pop tha teeth out cha mouth
I'm comin' out the south, that mess is what we bout

I'm ghetto like yo sister, thirteen with two baby daddies
Ol' school caddy, fuckin cluckers in alleys
Ignorant, like you know nigga been dis, you all up in it
Kinda like tha free clinic, ghetto like no limit

Chorus x4

Nigga, check this out
I'm ghetto like a motherfuckin roaches crawlin in a nigga
cornflakes nigga
I'm ghetto like gettin a motherfuckin extension on your light
bill
No, i'm ghetto like puttin a motherfuckin phone bill in your
baby name fool
Naah, fuck all that
I'm ghetto like gotti gimps

Ha ha ha
Naah naah nigga fuck that
Nigga i'm ghetto like using motherfuckin hangers
On tv's for antennas with spawn on the end nigga
Nigga nigga nigga
I'm ghetto like using mayonaise jars for glasses nigga
Hold up, check this out
Nigga i'm ghetto like egg sandwiches nigga
Hold up, hold up, check this out
Nigga, i'm ghetto like black clack of bedroom sets nigga
Hold up, you know what？
I'm ghetto like a nigga gettin burnt by the same hoe twice, ya
heard me？
Nigga that's ghetto nigga
Ha ha ha ha

Nigga check it out
I'm ghetto like a black ass bitch wearin blue ass contacts
Nigga, i'm ghetto like a motherfucka
Using water in his cereal instead of milk
I'm ghetto like baby powder on your chest nigga
I'm ghetto like catchin a whoopin in a grocery store
Like a fuckin public defender, or ashy knees
Fuckin ramen noodle, fat hoes in spandex
Or playin on the bench with a booger in your nose nigga
Ha ha ha


3.Like A Jungle

I'm here to let the whole world know i'm hard to control.
You can't conquer my soul.
Bossalinie, a living legend.
With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed.

Chorus
It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How i keep from going under, i keep from going under x2

Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin glocks
Picture me a tru nigga, visualizing fools dying quicker
Murder murder's in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence of a homocide
Life's get tooken faster then the egg leave the womb
Consider me in danger cause i know i'm dying soon
Twenty five years incarceration if i pull it
Bring the yellow tape, niggas can't overcome my bullet
Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis
Can't sleep with nightmares of dead faces
Fuck the man in the mirror, i don't trust him
Check his weapon, he's ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
That's why i turn my head and leave him lonely
He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony

Chorus x2

I take a deep breath as i blaze this weed mixed with hashes
And trippin how the outlawz smoked tupac ashes
My nigga bad azz laid it down
He told me 'c, real niggas goin always be around'
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls
And much love to the motherfuckin outlaws
Back stage choppin game with sean dogg and snoop dogg
And to my thugs in the grave, we miss yall
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for nothin
I read the bible, it said every death mean somethin
And tru niggas make the world go round
Pick up the black history book and can't seem to put it down
Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes, that unliberated shit is weak
And throw em up if you a soldier, i told ya
We goin burn this bitch down cause these holocaust days is over

Chorus x4

It's like a jungle out there baby.
＞from the motherfuckin streets to the motherfuckin top of the
world.
Shit ain't goin change boy.
You got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your
life.
You need to maintain ya know what i'm sayin so keep it real.
And to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall.
I blow a kiss.
I give a toast to the niggas i miss the most.
My thug niggas, my real niggas, huh.
Black leaders, keep doin what your doin.
Nigga p, keep doin what your doin nigga.
And you know me.
I'm a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood.
For the ghetto nigga.
Till i'm dead and gone.
Until then, i'm a smoke weed, get high, pour out some liquor.
Huh, for the real niggas, you know.
Keep it real cause uhh, i told yall.
Huh, it's like a jungle out chea nigga.
And ya know.
It's like a motherfuckin jungle.
Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel.
Peace.


4.Gangsta Walk

Intro：
Gangsta gang gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (i'm a gangsta)

C-murder：
I'm a muther fucking gangsta nigga
I still make moves and smoke weed with thug niggas
I love you niggas, my drug dealin' days in the past
But i never hesitate to kick a dumb dumb niggas ass
I call shots just like i was the last don
You heard a tru records bitch thats mine
My shits hot, not even all the ice in the north pole
Could make my muther fucking rhymes cold
And i'm ghetto like a bitch tradin' food stamps for cash, huh
I'm about to score another bag
And i speak with a muther fucking slur when i talk
And i still do that muther fucking gangsta walk

Hook：
Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)

Snoop dogg：
You know my apperal, double barrel with the hollow points
My young homie in the back seat he swollowin' joints
When the po-lice get after, we dippin' on three wheels
Cup filled to the rim feather in my brim, headed to a party in
the lbc
No limit soldiers with the dpg
When me and my homeboys step into the house
All the bitch ass niggas start breakin' out cause you know
They know whas up
So we started lookin' for the bitches with the big butts
Like her but she keep cryin', i got a boyfriend, bitch stop
lyin'
Punk ass hooker ain't nuthin' but a dyke,
Suddenly i see some niggas that i dont like
Cripped out ripped out flipped out they dipped out
Soon as they found out who we all a-bizout

Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)
(we some gangstas nigga) (laugh)

C-murder：
Sometimes i want me a bitch, sometimes i dont
And sometimes i gotta bust a nut, and sometimes i wont
Check it, from the crips to the bloods to the niggas sellin'
drugs
Yet niggas pimp hoes in the muther fucking clubs
I'm the 'g' in gangsta
The nigga that'll hang ya, the ship that'll sink ya
And the bullet that'll bang ya
I'm the hour in a clock, i'm the high on the rock
I'm the last muther fucker you would ever wanna stop bitch
I'm rich, fuck rap, i'll preach then have your bitch ass workin
for me
I hit ya with a 187, i'll shank ya
Cause i'm a muther fucking gangsta nigga

Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)
(we some gangstas nigga) (laugh) x2

Gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta

Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)
(we some gangstas nigga) (laugh)


5.Skit


6.Livin' Legend

Master p：
Yo, c
I'd like to mourn the dead (kevin miller)
And acknowledge the livin'
Know like they say
You can tell a nigga
How you feel when they here
This is for all those livin stars out there
The ghetto legends (real niggas)
Niggas thats really doin the hustlin on the corner
(love these thug niggas, ya heard me)
Know what i'm sayin, makin it happen
Niggas in the rap game, changin their lives
Silkk, c-murder, master p (haha)
And all the other real mutherfukin ballers out there (freedom)
Motherfukin rookies to the veterans
This is all the real niggas makin it happen
Bitch check it, ya heard me

C-murder：
Nigga back in the day i used to dream about fortune and fame
Jump in the game and you expect my life to change
I looked up to all the ghetto superstars
Shit, i used to trip when they call a female a bitch
I'm just another lost soul in the world
Destination unknown, tryin to make it home
And three strikes, a nigga gone
All alone in the muthafukin end zone
On the football field with my head down
I can't see but i'm tryin to make a touchdown
Damn, will i ever see the other side
I'm this close from doin another drive by
Now i don't really want to make another mother cry
But these niggas, they playin with my fukin pride
Now why, they wanna put me in this gangsta shita
Cause all i wanna do is sell a million discs

Chorus：
Wha wha, i wanna be a livin' legend
Will they let me, i wanna be a livin' legend
Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
Now put my name in the hall of fame
(x2)

Master p：
Say my name
What bitches screamin for
A little skinny nigga learn to hustle and ball
Grew up in the projects
Ran with killers and dealers
No limit soldiers keep in the family, no nigga
Don't hate me for planting seeds
C-murder got the gifts
I got the hennesey and weed
We only run with ghetto stars ？？？
Like big boz, hot boyz known for 1-87
2-11, real niggas made it out the hood
Word seven bigger figures
And you know its all good

Chorus：
Wha wha, i wanna be a livin' legend
Will they let me, i wanna be a livin' legend
Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
Now put my name in the hall of fame
(x2)

C-murder：
Livin' legend, livin' legend
One who'll raise on top against all obstacles
No matter friend or foe
And we kick it, ugh


7.Money Talks

(silkk tha shocker)
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo

(silkk tha shocker)
Verse： 1

I use to flip birds, now i just flip words
When cops come to get me,
It's because some shit that they heard
Like i'm out to get dough
Like i'm out to get mo
Hacking like 6 to the 4
Like 6 double 0, like
Four, or either two doors
Money no like c to the e o
Oh i forgot like ju don't know
Like i'm out to get cream
Like fiend i just don't fuck around
Just bust around
Till niggas get the fuck out of town
I wanted the house, so i got the house
I wanted the car, so i got me the car
Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far
I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck
Just walked up and laughed at the cop
Type of nigga to go up in traffic
And start blastin the glock
Rap's still down, c huh, pass me the rocks
I don't be playing it serious
I'm actually looked after he shot
It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets
Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and c
So you got the mightious touch,
For all the records you sold
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold
I'm like a drug dealer,
I hold nothing less than a quarter
This is my last. last year i was just testing the water
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood
Any fool gotta make this much
I just that good

Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
Get money, make money, get money,
Get money, make money, get money, make money

(c-murder)
Verse： 2

Money, money make the world spin like tops
And two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
It's like the movies,
Niggas using uzi's wishing for peace
But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
You reconsidered, cause i'm bitter,
Dumping weapons like litter
After i blast you motherfuckers,
And the niggas that with ya (fool)
A come up is a come up
Haters please don't run up
Or get done up at sun up, cause i never put my gun up (nigga)
Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind
I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind
A bitch gotta floss, and i gotta be the boss
Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks

(fiend)
Verse： 3

Well i'm that whompter, fiendy, want fetachini
Cabbage to the collard greeny
Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies
Wanna cream me, so i had to join his tightest teamy
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd ward bossalinie
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
Walking em skinny, cause i never over-looked a penny
Money talks, my whomps, whomps
The atm, don't play with him,
His money make the dikes wanna lay with him
Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages
Finally, on decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter
C uhh, murder and silkk, they pay us for our trouble
He maded that platinum go double
That's why money talks

？？？
Chorus

Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches
Sometimes i don't no what to do with these riches
This paper, is just like my misses
All day, fulfilling my wishes
Did ya heard me

We look for money, money never look for us
C-murder, bossalinie of the rap industry
Fiend, mr. whomp whomp, excited prices, deep yacht jones
Silkk tha shocker, vito, da 504 boyz
Take those
No limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ？？？
Ya heard me


8.Street Keep Callin

Everytime i try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (just keep on callin' me)
(x2)

Now, this ghetto got me crazy
And these streets got me trapped
Many times i've tried to leave
But this game keep pullin me back
In a circle full of crime
Bout to lose my mind
Shit, i wanna make a change
But i just keep wasting my time
Ain't no real future sellin' dope
Only few make it out
For a ghetto nigga like me
Got too many golds in my mouth
I can't get a job
Ain't nobody gonna hire a thug
And my rap sheet consists
Of 187 and drugs
And goin' in and outta jail
Everybody say i'm a fool
But even the president makes mistakes
Shit i ain't perfect to
I gotta do somethin'
Ain't nobody gonna give me nothin'
Got a mouth to feed
So i'm gonna keep these fiends jumpin'
On my block niggas
Shit i'm the man out of jail
I'm the jury and judge
So don't fuck with me cuz
It's like the vegas strip
These streets is always open
As long as the money roar
I'm gonna keep this city small

Everytime i try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (just keep on callin' me)
(x2)

Now see the hood
It's all good
You ain't highly educated
So you just can't have shit
Cuz you will be playa hated
My boy just bought a new benz
Now he's the man in the city
Now it was cool at first
But these niggas started actin shitty
I tried to go straight
But these fools just wouldn't let me
A nigga see me in the mall
So a nigga tried to sweat me
It was cool for a minute
Yeah, i thought i was free
But i knew i couldn't leave
Cuz these streets keep callin me

Everytime i try to leave this game
These streets keep on callin' me (streets keep callin' me)
Just keep on callin' me (just keep on callin' me)
(x3)


9.Wballs


10.Ghetto Millionaire

Chorus
Ghetto, ghetto
(ghetto millionaire) x6

Whassup ya'll.
C-murder, bossalinie of the rap industry.
With my niggas snoop dogg, kurupt, no limit, livin legend.
Ya'll muthafuckers know what i mean out there.

I cop a benz at the age of twenty one nigga
I fuck hoes and smoke weed for fun nigga
＞from the streets to the muthafuckin record stores
And sell a million discs at blockbuster videos
Bitches formin lines at my concerts
Them thug niggas sell drugs off my inserts
A eight figure nigga gettin bigger
I wear no limit gear nigga so fuck tommy hilfiger
And renegotaite my court case, fuck a plea
And call cochrane there's a million on legal fees
Charge it to the game, that's what silkk said
My name ringin like the muthafuckin flu spread
Give me a shot cause i'm sick wid it (sick wid it)
The tank on the back, the ghetto niggas gotta get it
I make money so fuck all them haters with the mean stares
I wanna be a ghetto millionaire

Chorus x2

Gangstad up, then you know i don't fuck
I got the blue khakies with the gangsta chucks
All at once was deservering me
Got the homies on east side serving me
Yeah we do what gangstas do, me make them gangsta figures
And i surround myself with only gangsta niggas
We be on the streets in the grey or blue on the smash
Dippin on the look off of crack
My homies got a couple birds locked up in the stash
Snitches spreadin through the hood like rash
Be like me and do with it off
And you could be a ghetto millionaire like me and my doggs
We don't take it away quesh
Especially fuckin around with a bitch
I'm me and i don't give a fuck
A ghetto millionaire and bitch i just don't care
Bitch i just don't care

Chorus x6

Shot gun blasts are heard
When i rip, dip, flip, slip and swerve
Through the hood in the muthafucking drop top thangs
I'm bangin g thang once again
My clip, my glock, i click it, i cock it
Got my heat in my pocket, i blast like a rocket
It's like a gang bang movie say up jump the boogie
While you moving from the side of my heat
I'm never too big to say hello in the ghetto
Niggas spit hot metal, keep your foot on the pedal
I'm from the east side of the lbc
Where the bitches quick to set a young nigga up baby
Never let a bitch play you
＞from the streets to the sweets make that bitch pay you, and
obey you
Who said the game was fair
Get your hustle on nigga and become the next ghetto millionaire

Ghetto, hustling all my life
Ghetto, droppin the fool my pay x10

Whassup nigga, huh, no limit, cuz i'm in it.
Cuz i'm in it muthafucker, third ward.
C-murder, snoop dogg, nate dogg, and kurupt in this muthafucker.
Dpg nigga, you know we still off the gangsta shit.
The tank, for the real niggas.
Straight from the projects.
Nigga you know what i mean when i say fuckin ghetto millionaire？
What nigga.
Just a nigga from the motherfuckin streets


11.Lord Help Us

Chorus：

Our world is hopeless, and we have no where to go
Our children are hungry, and we can't feed the poor
Were really hopeless, spread some love before
And love that and hold in
Lord i really miss my friends
Lord please help us

Now as i walk through the streets i see many people under
pressure
Cause uh life ain't easy and you know this world gon' test ya
My daddy told me c one day you gon' be faced with this problem
And you and only you must find the knowledge to solve it
My momma said lord gives us tests to measure our faith
And if you really believe in god, then you shall smile on
judgement day
Cause at the crossroads ain't no hunger, and every man the same
color
And when it's my time to open 'em gates cause uh
I really miss my brother
And you the only man that can judge me
So please guide me to the right direction
And why can't i put this gun up and use my bible for protection
And it's an everyday struggle, don't expect nothing to change in
a week
But lord help us in this hopeless world
Cause i don't wanna die in the streets

Chorus

Now i done been stop shedding tears, now my eyes bleed when they
cry
And i never understand why, everybody gotta die
And everything that's born gotta go, and i really think that's a
shame
And i'm so tired of reminiscin'
Trying to put a face to a name
You put my grandfather in my life, and then you took him away
Yeah, big daddy used to drink but uh, he gave me a place to stay
And many kids starving overseas, and even right here on my block
My auntie told me in the year 2000 that the world was gon' stop
Now i don't wanna question you lord, but is violence really the
answer
And if not, then how come so many innocent people diein' of the
cancer
Now revolations say the world gon' end, but the world ain't over
yet
And it's up to us to move on, but in our hearts we'll never
forget

Chorus

They say god created man, and put man on this earth
And then came woman from there, and from there, there was birth
And ever since eve gave adam the apple, the bible's like the
spell
And introduced mankind, not only to heaven, but a place called
hell
Even though we try to repent, it's too many gangstas taking us
down
My cousin tried to leave the streets, and now he laying in the
ground
And jesus died for our sins, but i wonder if he wasted his time
Cause it's 1999, and this world is still blind
Now i don't wanna lose my freedom, cause i'm this close to
making it big
Now i don't know if i'm a make a difference
But i just wanna be there for my kids
Now that's a hopeless situation, when will it end, i don't know
But lord help cause your children, ain't got no where else to go

Chorus 3x


12.B＊＊＊＊n＊＊＊＊＊


13.On My Enemies

Put your guns up and show love
To one of the greatest niggas in the game
Tupac shakur
This my one time tribute

You can tell by the hate in my eyes
That i'ma ride 'till the day that i die
(when we ride on my enemies)
I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride, on my enemies

Got some static with some niggas
On the other side of town
And my big brother kev'
Yo, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin' tru niggas
Cause we cool niggas, now we do niggas
And move niggas
Am i wrong？ fools makin' songs
Tryin' to sound like us
Must we go on on that herone
In the south i trust
'till i'm out that bus
Then they die when the sun come
Tryin' to bite lightnin' of the sky
How many cry？
Heard the industry was tryin' to finish me
Look bitch, i got your drink
It ain't no motherfuckin' henisey
Then i wastched them playa haters die slow
Eliminate all you bitches on my motherfuckin' stage show
Glanced at my calacos
Time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes
Remember this as a bitch slap
My lyrics runnin, all you cowards out of gangsta rap
When we ride on my enemies

Chorus：
You can tell by the hate in my eyes
That i'm a soldier 'till the day that i die
(when we ride, when we ride on my enemies)
I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride on my enemies

Come take a journey to the southside
You can play the game, don't explain nigga time to die
Now say goodbye
Watch my eyes when i squeeze the trigger
So right before you die
You cry in front a bigger figure
Now dry your eyes
You was a gangsta when i couldn't get ya
But now i'm free
You got a hundred motherfuckers with ya(hey)
Pay attension, all you carbon copies
You hella slopy
And you mad cause the world jock me
Ya never knock me
How you fake motherfuckers heat it
Like you in hell
Dumb niggas barely breathin' cause you see me livin' well
(hell)
Now you don't really wanna be involved
Cause when i bust
You better trust i'm killin' all of ya'll
Then ball, and tell the witness
Keep they mouth closed
Fuck around and get splanked
By my motherfuckin' tank dogs
Before i go make sure everybody heard
Yo i meant every motherfuckin' word
When we ride on my enemies

Chorus： x5

(overlapping chorus)
Rest in peace tupac shakur
One of the realest, most illest
Made motherfuckin' niggas in the game
Or the rap industry, nigga
Much love
Thank you for that gangsta ass music you gave us nigga
We gonna ride to that shit all the time
Cause, uh, wasn't nobody really fuckin' with ya
Cause they knew one thing
You was gonna ride on 'em
Ride on your motherfuckin' enemies
By any means necessary nigga
Ya heard me？
Retaliation is necessary
No limit, for life
For the realest
Fuck the illest
Peace


14.Freedom

Chorus (porsha ＆ anita)
I want my freedom, full freedom, full freedom, mmm, hmmm x2

Verse 1

As i look in the mirror i see the picture gettin clearer
On the rip of this straightest of the life that i live
But uh i see em comin before they approach
Just like a stafty slot until you circle with hope
I maintaining on your legendary dreams and stack
Making million dollar moves with many platinum plaques
Negotiate your freedom, you catchin crp
＞from the court from blue, come many nights no sleep
What's the scenerio of life when you trapped in crime
My lil homie still incarcerated for packing a nine
Now history repeat itself, there's black on black
Check my backround, there's evidence just hide it's back
Eliminate all my foes, we run violent thrusts
Excuse me for my crime but in god i trust
Bossalinie uneffected by the eyes of even
Cause i'm military minded and demand my freedom

(chorus)

Verse 2

Record labels try to sign for many years infact
Want a life time commitment, get you hooked like crack
Independant, black owned, you can keep your deal
I remain with no limit cause the tank be real
I lose my cousin eight years for the time he spent
The penetentary is full of black violent, meant
Try to make a change, they can't
Cause they cuffs to tight
Momma please help us cause my mind ain't right
It ain't easy being me with my skin so toned
The mother land ain't been the same since they took me from home
My mobile phone in the benz, gettin high with my friends
Rainy days got us fighting each other, digging our graves
A cell block full of pictures, can't wait for parole
I need a second change of life cause i'm getting to old
And it's cold i can't see, can't sleep at night
Like a rebel for my freedom, i'll be prepared to fight

(chorus)


15.Lil Nigga

Oh yeah
As i finally made my journey
A lil' bit stress free
I look back in the ghetto at all the lil' niggaz
That probably never make it out
You know the lil' niggas that gon' get caught up in the gun
fights
Lil' niggas that trying to hustle
And lil' things that'll do anything to get it
You know what im saying

Chorus： repeat 4x

Just another lil' nigga, this one for my lil' niggas

He was only 14 but he stayed strapped
The lil' nigga, put his hood on the map
Any problems on the block the lil' nigga he would solve 'em
Anybody wanna weight somebody had to call him
The lil' nigga had the ghetto locked down like a rotweiller
Called him baby tony ？？？ he had the money and the power
He's only 1 week from getting rich
But it's 4 days, 3 nights, 2 hours, and a minute from his death
Showed his picture on the news with a mouth full of golds
And they showed the car with a couple of hoes
I couldn believe what i seen my lil' niggas' dead
So i made this song for every ghetto nigga mislead

Chorus

Everybody say...

Lil' niggas make the world go 'round
The juvenile is full of lil' niggas out of every town
And broken homes with no daddy be the first cause
My lil' homie doing time getting his nuts soft
And ghetto teams packing heat like its legal fool
And pull a g a week, nigga, so fuck school
And mama cry but she shouldn let it worry her
Cause every kid can't be a mother fucking star
My nigga black steal a car in 10 seconds flat
Am i trigger happy cause i'm falling or peel your cap
My cousin rocks smoke weed 'til his mind gone
My homie killer facing life pushing heroine
All he wanna be is just a ghetto superstar
Who fuck bitches, make money and drive cars
Now who's to blame for my homies getting they money quicker
This one here for my crazy ass lil' niggas

Chorus 4x


16.Murder And Daz

C-murder／(daz dillinger)
(yeah, what's happenin？)
Whassup daz nigga？
(whassup c-murder？)
Shit, i think we got problems.
(what？)
Ya know？
(fuck that.)
Nigga call back sean let's do that shit like this.
(how we doin it just like this.)
Okay.
(ya know what i'm sayin？)
Let's ride on em.
(buck all yall.)
Ya heard？

Daz dillinger
Aww yeah (aww yeah), it's bout that time to get into some
gangsta shit
A second no doubt nigga before we bang you quick
The gang and no limit, we about to trip
Slangin these thangs as a youngster
Grew up with killers and drug niggas, big cowards and busters
Seen it all from a mile away, but it's all on straight
With automatic with static nigga cause we don't play
C-murder rap up and pat up and rap up, out to get him nigga what
up
With enough lead to make these niggas shut the fuck up
Boom boom as me and my niggas come through with attitude
Actin rude, slappin and jackin these fools
Rollin down the block as the system knock
Truck beatin deep as a motherfucker, fuck the cops
I bust on niggas with nerve, pull up on niggas on the curb
Swerve and yell out nigga you ain't heard
Bout as dollar birds, loaded high of herb
Sean duck, what the fuck, niggas are rollin it up
My heart is cold as ice, day and night
Strapped with shit you can't fuck with, so you better get white
See gotta gun it off, got up and stumbled, fell and fall
？？？ and spin niggas with my motherfuckin doggs
Cause when you fuck with us you done fucked with the real
So we don't fuck with sucka niggas, busta niggas that squeal

Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do, how we do man
Yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do it, we don't play play

C-murder
In god i trust, for them gats i bust
And fuck the world cause a gangsta bitch, i never trust
Now who's to blame for the motherfucking rain pouring down on my
head
I guess it was the life i led
Cause society done made me into a villan
And i'm willing to execute another killing
Cause i dwell with them cut throats and alcoholics
And been a member ever since i could remember
Relieve stress with the sex and masturbation
And ride for no limit with no motherfucking hesitation
Cause i'm a tru nigga (tru nigga), a real nigga (real nigga)
A go getta (a go getta), and wig splitter
With my nigga daz, quick to blast and whoop your ass
And fuck a mask, leavin niggas up in a body bag
And l.t., lace the weed and run the motherfucking beat
Cause murder and daz run the motherfucking streets

Daz dillinger
Hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do it, how we do man
I'm yellin hey (hey), yo (yo), hey (hey), yo (yo)
Why niggas wanna try to fuck with this man
You knowin how we do it, we don't play play

Woman
Daz, they took all my money, they took my jewelry.
They took everything.
I don't know what i'm a do.
I'm broke.

C-murder
Ya know what daz, send that hoe over here.
Come here bitch.
Come here, come here, come here!
Don't touch my motherfucking money.
Hoe don't ever come on this motherfucking


17.Piano Skit


18.Nasty Chick

(c-murder)
Listen up motherfuckers i got a story to tell
All you niggas out there holding hands with these motherfuckers
street
Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat
You might be holding a nasty ass

Chorus (2x)：

Nasty bitch, gonna fuck my boy
Now how you gonna fuck my boy
That's why i don't love them hoes
You can't trust these dog ass hoes

Verse： 1

I was in love like a motherfucker with this bitch
But uhh, i wasn't doing nothing but making her rich (shit)
But damn, she used to played it so cooled
I guess she must take c for a fool
I swear the sex had my motherfucking mind gone
And i was tweeking like a fiend for that heroin
And when i put it in, the way that she moaned,
Made me never ever wanted to leave her alone
The back rubs in the hot tubs, watching videos
It made me crawl when she took it all down her throat
Surprise, shit i hit her with a five karat
And later on we can talk about marriage (huh)
Ya name tatted on my chest, fuck them other broads
We hold hands when we walking through the shopping malls
My brother told me v charge it to the game
But uhh, listen up, cause it's a motherfucking shame

Chorus (2x)

Verse： 2

I used to page this girl about ten times a day
But after 9, she was hard to find
One-of-a-kind, huh, so i was blind with the problems we had
Found a number in her purse, said it was her dad
I got a phone call from my nigga jubilee
He told me, he saw my girl in the movies
With another nigga, nut it wasn't me
I said man, you must be tripping, nigga it couldn't be
I thought it was love, but i guess the love was gone
So then i put up the phone and then i went home
Park the car, walked in the door, walked up the stairs
And i damn near slipped on her underwear
Opened the bedroom door, seen a ho,
With a nigga ro, bout to grab my fo-fo, hold
Damn, bitch i thought we loved each other
Nasty bitch gonna fuck my brother

Bitch, get the fuck out my house,
Pick up your dirty ass draws, get that cum off your chest,
And wipe your motherfucking mouth, and get the fuck out, biatch!
Fuck you gonna fuck my motherfucking boy
Ol' cheesy ass ho
I didn't like you anyway
Biatch
I catch you in the club, i'ma sneak your ass
Fuck, nasty bitch

Chorus (2x)


19.I Remember

C-murder：
Ha huh man im tripping out right now
Thinking about my motherfucking brother k-l
That nigga used to talk about going to the motherfuckin nba
And doin this and doin that nigga i'll never forget

Chorus：
I remember in the days how we used to dream
Now a days my life just aint the same 2x

C-murder：
I remember growin up, with 5 kids we aint have nothin,
But each other and i think damn i miss my brother
I give a shout to my mom she was there for me,
Even though sometimes i felt she never cared for me
Packin pistols wasnt even in my frame of thought
We had a problem it was understood that we fought
And money wasnt even on my most wanted list
It wasnt really necessary just to pull a check
And even though i didnt have a dad,
I used to thank the lord everyday for everything i had
To all my lost thugs i miss ya well,
I cant forget ya i got ya picture in my cell
And uh i never use ya name in vane,
But its a shame how you'll never get to share my fame, my nigga
You never saw your son face to face but rest a sure that ya
family straight
Cause i remember

Chorus 2x

Magic：
I remember sittin in the hallways of school teachers lookin at
me funny,
'magic why you aint in class', cause im tryin to make some money
Watchin koochie pass waitin for the bell to ring,
Cause i got a pocket full a dirt that im gonna blow on my
friends
Im headin straight to the streets where i learn the game,
Me and my niggas rushin home where we stashed our cane
I went from student to dope dealer hangin out with straight
killers,
I did better til i met the millers
I remember livin lies slowly doin so bad so broke i had no where
to go
I was wearin the first pair a jordan's after the fourth pair
came out
I messed around and dropped out tryin to make me some clout
I never worried about my education i was confused
I thought thugs ran the nation until i got on probation,
I remember thats why i thank the lord every day
Took me out the game showed me the right way to get paid
I remember

Chorus (until the end)


20.Dedication


21.Where We Wanna

Tell it.
Tell it.
Let em know.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Chorus
Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang
Slang where you wanna slang, goodie mob and c-murder man x2

A soldier out that n.o. camp
Meets the goodreese, gods finest cause he don't make no trash
Pop us in your cd changer when you mash
Exemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white man
Shoot street, we won't, so get back
Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
Why girls wanna be satan to the niggas incarcerated, i got one
love
Cause i can't get no where hatin, the funk i will not be rakin
Uh, i know one nigga that met his match, cakin
I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin

Bitch i'm a runnin all through you, you's a pt nigga
Cause we run with tru niggas, all about them dollar figures
Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
From the twats to the third ward
Shippin them tens across the board like keys
Blowin d's all the way down to new orleans
Baton rouge, have you blues, don't snooze
Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight

Chorus x2

Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's
Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
Good bye night please, what you think
Murder can a nigga get up in a tree

Goodie mob, real mail, a-t-l, where them killas dwell
Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
That many bitches wanna roll with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats by the pound ain't no limit, goodie mob and murder man
like jackie chan
Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the i-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo and gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
T-mo and khujo in a motherfuckin studio
And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
And rap when i wanna rap so where my real niggas at

Oh lord i'm sugar sugar please, take it easy heeze
Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
Talkin bout the day ？？ your tippin the scale
I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
I'm a let c-murder make your t-shirt wet
I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget

Chorus x4


22.Don't Wanna Be Alone

Baby, you can't listen to all that
He say she say stuff going on out there right there you know
I can't explain why they mad at us
Why they don't wanna see me and you happy
You know but uh
You my girl, you my world, you know
We gotta stick together through thick and thin
Don't none of us need to be alone right now baby, you know

As a kid i used to dream of us being together
But as we grew, it broke my heart when you went with another
It didn't last, cause he smashed, didn't wanna love you like me
Just lookin' at your picture, i knew i had to be with ya
And tryin' times wishin' you were mine, many years no play
But up and down relationships would release you comin' my way
Didn't have no money, but i was funny with big dreams of the
future
Never competed, always completed and there when you needed
Broken hearted and lonely, you were there like my homie
No time for dates with them bustas because you knew they were
phony
All the years that i waited, i guess they all paid off
Cause now you call me your baby, and uh i call you my ladie

Chorus：

Be alone, be alone
I don't wanna be alone, i don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone, i don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone, i don't wanna be alone

Many haters tried to play us when i made to the top
Tryin' to crush our dreams but it didn't seem to stop
It's like they didn't agree with the happiness we shared
You confused, 'bout to lose all the times we had
Are we victims of a jealous crime or lost in time
No need for livin' unless you given' me the love that's mine
Damn near fightin' in clubs, females testin' your patience
Talkin' marriage and livin' lavish but still pushin' engagement
Up and down, tug-of-war between me and your freedom
No time for shows or who oppose because we really don't need 'em
Conversations of you leavin' home pick up the phone
Cause baby girl let's stay together, cause we don't need to be
alone

Baby boo pick the phone up
It's your baby, i know you hearin' alot of jealousy out there
People comin' at you sideways, tryin' to break us up
I'm not havin' that though, i'm not ready to be alone
I'm ready to be with you so uh
Let's stick to that marriage, let's live lavish, get paid,
Get engaged, and stop fussin' and fightin'
Because an up and down relationship thang, that ain't cool
You know, i know you want me, and i want you
So let's stay tru boo,
And stick together through all that bad weather baby
Cause the world is ours, the world is ours


23.Still Makin' Moves

Hey cmurder, who you who you hang with？

Say lil kevin boy, you know i'm still makin moves with thugs

Part 2 nigga!! haha all dem thugs get em up out there nigga

Verse 1：
I leave the house 10 o clock and jump in my lac,
Call my niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back,
And even the one time you was tryin to hack,
I still pack a strap and recock my gat,
Eliminatin all my enemies tryin to blind me,
Im still makin moves but it's hard to find me,
Steadily gettin richer pursuin my dreams,
I just cashed a check for three million d's,
I told yall niggas last year dont play no games,
Got dem no limit niggas out there callin my name,
Went from sneakin in stores to dem sell out shows,
Went from crime to rhyme already did my time,
I say you dont wanna go to war wit me,
I got hot boy n big swoll wit me,
Just some more ghetto muthafuckas ridin wit me,
Cause makin moves wit thugs is a hobby,

Chorus：
All my homies know tha deal,
If you thuggin keep it real,
Dont forget to pack tha steel,
Incase we got some caps to peel,
You know tha deal,
This thug's for real,
We pack tha steel,
Got caps to peel

Verse 2：
How many niggas wanna ride wit me？
Throw a party thug girls get wild wit me,
Its involved wit green nigga bother p,
56 million like tha lottery,
From the charlotte hornets to mtv
How many patnas do you see when im on tv？
And if i get cut im gonna buy tha team,
Cause i made my money from tha triple beam
I lived tha life of a dealer nigga hangin wit killas,
I fucked around and come back to slangin keys,
But thats alright cause these niggas get paid,
Young niggas gonna be thugs to the grave.

Chorus


24.Can't Hold Me Back

Say magic, remember that nigga qb from uhh life or death
That commercial we did for a nigga
First appearence as a no limit soldier
But it's number two nigga check it out

Chorus 2x

You can't hold me back
Only real niggas feel this
Nigga feel this
Bitch niggas can't feel this
Feel this

This for the niggas under estimated, mad style, mad created
Fuck all them niggas that playa haters
Send out dippin' spirit shit, what's wrong, i hearin' shit
When i jump on the song, it's straight lyrics bitch
My first appearence was on life or death
It's hard to mantain in this game but i still caught this much
respect
I waiting a long line, no with no wit'
I didn't pick up no hands got me some ki's and i made a hit
Y'all niggas mad cause i'm nation wide
You besta realize i have a style
Nigga don't be surprised
There's not no party
I'm coming with dope shit regardless
Coming with a weak hit nigga hardly
And when you rich bitch niggas talk
And when you broke bitches yap
A automatic go off full track
A future pay nigga, a made nigga
Not a day nigga, a fair nigga, fair nigga

Chorus 2x

Nigga that's part two to the motherfuckin' ？？？
Qb, ghetto ingredients nigga pick it up
That shit comin' out soon
No limit family, ？？？ motherfucker
Peace


25.Phone Call


26.Ride On Dem Bustas

(helicopter propeller)
(whisper getting louder)
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga

(c-murder in background)
From the motherfucking (？)
On to the motherfucking beats by the motherfucking pound
It's the realist
Nigga i walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round

Chorus (2x)：
Real niggas and we ride on them bustas
We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers

(c-murder)
I smoke weed, when my mind gone, i aint tripping
Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping
Fliping ki's on the block, where them g's at
Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack
Drop top 6 all black with the black tints
I got them niggas pushing crack like a mack 10
A dollar short and i'm coming
Bout to have these fools running
Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something
Call my cousin rock on the mobile phone, he at home
Macnolia projects, straight from clebourne
In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you
A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you
Fuck the penn, cause if i go again, i'm a rider
You never catch me slipping, i got my heater right beside, uh
Running from the cops, cause the law, i don't trust ya
I'm a real nigga and i ride on them bustas, i'm a

Chorus (2x)

(magic)
I sick and i'm tired of all the fakers
Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real
Nigga give me the strap and get in the back
This shit is about to get real
I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher
They founded out i can rap and uh told me put down the strap
Now i'm getting favors screaming nightward
I written this shit, i took it in blood its tatted on my arm
So now when i ride i take the nine with
It don't take less than 2.5 to get me
I'm with c, i'm with serv, and we smoking on some herb
Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve
Who gone ride with me (my niggas)
Who gone die with me (my niggas)
Who gone bust at these cowards with me
Who gone ride with me (my niggas), i'm a

Chorus (2x)

(ke'noe)
Now ke'noe ？？？ major fire as this motherfucking track
Oughta ？？？ a ride you motherfuckers (right)
But i got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckers
You them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass)
You know them niggas that steadly ain't scared to die
But they'll take a bullet？
Well c and magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger
I got ready to get home and sound some loot
I'ma pull it, just to think
I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract
Bitch you better get your motherfucking mind right
Ask t how the fuck i act
I was riding on niggas block
When you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass)
I done made a little motherfucking money
So you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit)
I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleed
So every drop that hit the ground,
For every round in the tank nigga you know i believe (believe)
I done got bad on this motherfucking microphone
But if c call me nigga and take one of you niggas home
Fuck, ride nigga, what
We some

Chorus (4x)

Fuck all them motherfucking bitch ass,
Punk ass, playa hating pussy
Motherfuckers out there talking shit
Cause when i run up on you motherfuckers,
You bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom)
Ol' soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty,
Ol' shoe wearing dirty moterfucking poot
Stain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherfuckers, biatch!
(chorus come in low and gets louder)
That means you bitch
3rd ward, nightward nigga
No limit, cause i'm in it
Nigga ke'noe, again on the motherfucking bito!
Daily soungs nigga incognito! bitch


27.Closin Down Shop

Intro (talking)
C-murder：
Say magic, slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close that
little
Quarter shop we got on broad, fuck them niggas watchin us bro we
Gotta lay low nigga fuck

Hook
Soulja slim：
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus i'm on parole x2

Soulja slim：
It's twelve in the noon, i'm just wakin' up from a flight
Hicks been knockin' at my door all goddamn night
And my hoe she busted talkin' about she tired of that
Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin'
Cause they run from that smack and that shit i got raw
Dont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart
And the niggas that i get it from supplys the city
They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty
Cause they tryin' to put too much cut on the dope
To make a little ends but the only person scorin' is they
friends
They got twenty dollar bags they got ten
But now you going let your boy move all the ends
Now see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin'
They be comin shop be closed and they still be runnin
Makin' my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot
But i got my shit got cause i aint about doin no more time
You got on them bullet proof vests i got on mines
Bullets be flyin, flyin

Hook
Soulja slim：
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus i'm on parole

C-murder：
I'm closin' down shop cause my clientels gettin too big
I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin' my shit
Dope fiends knockin' at my door, they got my spot too hot
These suckas runnin' on my colors on my quarter shop
Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens
Three cars about thirteen boo boo's
I'm just a ghetto superstar
On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's
A young nigga down to do whatever
First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper
Bookoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready
I'm on top never drop pushin keys that rock
But i gotta close shop cause my spots too hot

Hook
Soulja slim：
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus i'm on parole x2
(magic laughs)
I'm closin down shop...

Magic：
Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth
You aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga
Watch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin' trash
I'm gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin' at your pussy ass
What, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitch
I'm about to jump off in your shit
I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice alive
Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high
Spoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish
If i ever hear you speak these filthy words again
I told you muther fuckers i was comin (what)
I roll with tight muther fuckers, stop runnin'
(laugh, gun cock)
Dont move a fuckin' muscle got no time for no wrestlin'
Got no time for no tustlin'
Shut it down


28.Outro