Betta Watch Me – C-murder – letras

Intro: Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake UPMan I hit the set, and them bays be gettin’ ghost(Yeah)Huh,(Yeah) They spookin'(Yeah)It’s cool, Fuck the day dog(Yeah)Chorus 2x:You betta watch meCause I’m doin’ badCause I’m hurtin’, I gotta get meNow where the goods atPlayboy give me thatAnd if them goods badI’ll make ya lean backVerse 1(C-Murder):See my pockets on E-fallI’m really tweekin’I can’t be sittin’ up here hurtin’ all weekendI keep on fallin’ off, at the worse timesAnd if I slip, it aint my fault I’m gone reverse mineMy pain, I’m gone merge minesCause I’m sick wit itNow where them balla’s atI’m lookin’ for the big ticket10 minutes from losin’ it1 day from lock upThe way I’m livin’ sooner or lata I’m gone be boxed upNobody trustin’ meThey know I’m commin’I hit the block and I swearI see them cowards runnin’Puttin’ they stash upEven out they windowsNow why they trippin’I »m the exact opposite of 5-0It’s called Survival of the FittestI can’t help it, cause I’m witAnd you ain’t witI come to get it, Yeah I did itI did thatI can’t take that backSo beat yo feet blackOh, y’all gone remember meCause me ain’t no jokeMe do what me doesCause ain’t no being brokeI was raised in thisI ain’t ask for thisI tried changin’ my lifeAnd now it’s back to thisSomebody pray for meThe Lord is testin’ meBut them people they goneHave problems arrestin’ meNow my lungs hurtin’Need that black vestMan, I feel like Jackin’ one of these Rappers(Chorus 2x)Verse 2 (Fiend):We’ll score a team with the Fellon’sWher y’all did the MisdameanorsNiggas my age was pushin’ Beamers (Pushin’ Beamers)Niggas that sprayed was usin’ Nina’s (Usin’ Nina’s)A-K’s and S-K, ya chest caveYa neck shaved and ya waves turned to still waterBullet on fire, wreck some money still daughtersKill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma(Momma)This routine, you pussies start ya new thingI’m from the city where everythang crookedWhen the right kind of money, make the judge overlook itAnd I’m skrewed upI ain’t talkin’ Swisha HouseFor I learned to tie my shoes upI was burnin’ dudes upMy ward verse yo ward, Put them 22’s upThese 26’s make ya, Put them 22’s upThis mac 9, it mean I ain’t givin’ you(Fuck That)But bullets in that shiney new truckWhat ya know about fightin for 5 daysHangin’ niggas upside downCommin’ at ya sideways(Sideways)A crooked H is goin’ 67/5And I add them 3 quartersFor the ride plus I’m high(Chorus 2x)Verse 3(Popeye):