[Intro: C-Murder]
What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not gonna send niggas out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself BITCH!
[Chorus: C-Murder]
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck with TRU
It was a dumb move nigga now I'm fuckin wit you
Now try your lives while I put this fuckin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to leave us alone
[Verse 1: C-Murder]
How many niggas got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggas actin like they motherfuckin hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't shit with your clique nigga to me you a bitch
I'm a real nigga, jumpin' your shit fuckin you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs, it's all on you
Check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but TRU
C-Murder, Bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm rich nigga you know my motherfuckin name
Big bee hive boy and P and Bossalinie (Bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood nigga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your fuckin mouth and I'ma take you for a ride nigga
Fuck what you sayin, it's all on you, fool
I told you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit TRU
What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not gonna send niggas out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself BITCH!
[Chorus: C-Murder]
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck with TRU
It was a dumb move nigga now I'm fuckin wit you
Now try your lives while I put this fuckin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to leave us alone
[Verse 1: C-Murder]
How many niggas got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggas actin like they motherfuckin hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't shit with your clique nigga to me you a bitch
I'm a real nigga, jumpin' your shit fuckin you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs, it's all on you
Check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but TRU
C-Murder, Bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm rich nigga you know my motherfuckin name
Big bee hive boy and P and Bossalinie (Bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood nigga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your fuckin mouth and I'ma take you for a ride nigga
Fuck what you sayin, it's all on you, fool
I told you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit TRU
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