Akickdoe – C-murder – letras

[Featuring Master P UGK][Master P]Yo C MurderNigga you woke?Keep your eyes on the road niggaPass the weed (ok)We gon’ head up interstate 10We gon’ pick up Pimp C and Bun B (that’s my niggas there)We gon’ get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout itWe gon’ handle our businessWe gon’ smokeWe gon’ make it back to the N.O.Cuz u know whut?Us South niggaz don’t playa hateWe got love from the South East, West, to the NizorthBut it’s your time babyWe gon’ handle our businessAnd we gonna do this shit like g’zWe gonna represent the gizameYa heard me?[Pimp C]This game fucked upI ain’t got no friendsI done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienzUgh, and I’m a trill niggaDown to put my .45 to his HillfigerLay it down muthafucka because I’m bustin’ for mineTake that nine everytime and I ain’t tryin’ dyin’Niggaz dyin’ Port Arthur (huh nigga what?)You Think that I’m playin? (huh nigga what?)Bust 17 times and let ’em feel what I’m sayin’UGK and C-MurderCadillac and a Tank (Master P)Bout to fade to platinumSmoke some dank and some drankBut bitch luv me when I come to your cityServe my dick out her pussyand bust my nuts on her tittiesUgh, it’s just a matter of time before I’m up in your houseWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouthNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)and make a pimp bitchand never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)[chorus x4]I’m bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)Lay down on the flo’ (flo’)Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)[Bun B]They try to run up in the manger (run up)Now hold oon Bun BI see me P and C in danger (danger)Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas RangersFuckin’ with me and my middle finga.But to this shit nigga we ain’t strangersBut I Gotta bust my magnumsGotta gage these pistolsHand grenades, and land mineschopper smoke bombs and missilesSome of them bitches whistleSome of them bitches silentBut all them bitches handle businessAll of them violentBout it bout it and dangeroussoldiers that wanna gang with usBang with us, hang with usget that No Limit slang with usI came to bust every ass in my way till it’s overso get the chip off your shoulderfeature thisI done told yahHold you hostage in your own apartment complexNigga I can see that you got plickedSit down and take a time tripthis ain’t nothin’ ta sneeze atthe fear in your eyes I seebitch where’s the key’s & g’z at?[chorus x2][C-Murder]Lay it down muthafuckaEverybody gotta goGive me the loot is what I tell ’emWhen I kick in the doe’Nigga I’m mad at the worldfor my lack of havin’ papersFuck the law and the copsCuz I’m down for a caper[Master P]Some say we dangerousEspecially when we brokeI’m mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin’ for dopeI just live for confettiYou see I’m daily like FreddyYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy[C-Murder]I got too much choice in my headI wanna take my own lifeMy last chance is a 211 (what)But it got me thankin’ twice (fuck that)It’s a drought right nowSo these drugs ain’t happenin’And if it wasn’t for No Limitthere would be no money or rapping.[Master P]You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g’zThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!You see you can’t trust nobody in this dope gamekeep your eyez on your enemiesStack some chips and get out man.[C-Murder]Give me a ski-mask, a 9I’ll be a down ass niggaAnd watch me pull a flee-flickerAnd make my cheese get biggerIf I get caught I’m facing 25, but that don’t mean shitCuz if I go to jail it’s gotta be better than living like thisNigga 2 shots in the airCuz I ain’t bout bein’ brokeAnd if you bout i make a movenigga, everybody gotta goJust some bout it niggaz from New OrleansAnd Texas hooked upC-Murder, Master P, and UGKNow Nigga what?[chorus till fade]