Y’all Heard of Me C-Murder (Ft. B.G.)

[Intro: C-Murder]
Tru Records
Chopper City (Chop Chop)
C-Murder, B.G., 'bout to do this thing, y'all heard of us
Straight gutter, ya know?
New Orleans, haha

[Hook: C-Murder, B.G.]
Now all y'all done heard of me
Now I'm C-Murder
I done done things y'all ain't never heard of
Now I'm a fool, boy, call me a fulignan
I'm willing to die for mine, I'm willing to die for mine
Now all y'all done heard of me
I'm B. Gizzle
I done done things you bitch niggas scared to
I smacked bitches, shot niggas
Sold coke, caught cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

[Verse 1: C-Murder]
You don't wanna mess with that Glock, boy
Test me with that Glock, you'll get popped, boy
On the spot, money bustin' out my socks, boy
It's hot and now these cops on my jock, boy
I breaks bread with them baseheads
I shows 'em love until they slip, then I trip, son
It's bigger than drugs; they wanna label me a killer
So don't push me, life is hard
I'm tryna fill my own graveyard, the 3rd Ward
A menace to society, like I'm a threat
Y'all ain't met the real C yet, I'ma rep
Ask Bumby, Wayne and Rich about me, it's realer than real
I was josin' when Slim got killed, you know how I feel
Just a shame the reaper came; who should I blame?
Mytaius told me to be cool; you know I'm a fool
Messing with you gorillaz will get your head bust
Me and my homies we about that paper
It's money we after, straight money makers
Cut boyz could never be no fakers
I spit that gangsta rap, forget that hip-hop
I bump them gangsta-ass beats that make your head bop
That make that iron cock and then that show stop
Cause it's murda, murda, murda, murda
1-8-7 'cause I don't give a.. (Ssh, ssh)
But they don't hear me, though