My Set – C-murder – letras

By: XaRaDa a.k.a. On FiRe[Chorus]This is my set it’s my religionI am up early the the morning with the pigeonsAll night I have been up cooking up the kitchenTrying to duct the penatentiaries and the systemThis is my set it’s my religionI am up early the the morning with the pigeonsAll night I have been up cooking up the kitchenTrying to duck the penatentiaries and the system[Verse One]I am hearing guns shots, I can hear them gun shots ringMy ringtone buck shot I like how they singAnd when they penetrate, you sink like quick sandGone like this man, and will you be missed manI am convict; I gets no love from the outsideSo when I go outside they mouths be like diss wideUh come call me a motherfucking foolcousin wish I wasn’t the nigga that you wish you wasn’tI got them cops trying to murder me, cause I shot to killI am real playa ain’t no segery, my hair nappy like a bum on the blockCheck my pocket it’s full Dope, coke and rocks taped to my sockIt’s two gold glocks in a box, and a Black N MildSo I can blow while acting while, I am thugging man (I am thugging Man)Cause my whole city is drugging mannow a cut boy Corey that nigga bucking man[Chorus][Verse Two]Game over I am hitting up your Rang Rover, I am bumping HoverWhile napping wodee boy pull overGive me a cutta my head bumpingI need something that gonna relax me but I don’t for wont for nothingCause I am hustling, 247 with no brakeMy only brake is when I brake them niggas who are fake boyI am about my cake, see I don’t sleep on the grindI creep on the grind with that piece from behindAnd blow ya mind, Just call me crazy manNow do the crazy man dance, change your plans this your last chanceNow then doe boyz with the dope stashshorty move fast before I kick you in ya assShorty I am on parole and probation hoenow fuck the whole in tankBitch your pussy stink, so why ya trying to break the bankI issues out hollows ain’t no tomorrowand the Clack Clack you no what follows[Chorus][Verse Three]I am on the set with these drug dealers and these killersStraight ignorant gangster and paper chaserI got these tattoo tears see I done put in yearsI earned my stripes I buss at those I don’t likeI am on that syck cousin. Why you running duckingI am cutting slabs in the kitchen them streets are buzzingNow fuck them people them Feds and detectivesI am rolling reckless,they better respect itOr I am checking reletters it’s TRU its the crewWenge and poo I gotta represent the TRU tattooNow back I am hot, this thang is tuckedI am in the crack house next to mack house, with the mack outThe spot ridiculous we smoking hickoryPut down in history, them haters bussing but they miss meIt’s six in the morn, I am on a mission up with the pigeonsThis is the set, the game my religion. So fuck the snitches[Chorus][Outro]Celo boy you a fool for this one uhconcentration camp, lil Bossie, Micheal NellyWhat’s up with you Webbie, Trill Ent, Jay Tweezy, Young ReadyYou no Tru sign is up baby lets blow it upIts for the gangstas the grinder nigga on the stepsYall know what time it is