NL Iggaz – C-murder – letras

Artist: C-Murder f/ AfficialAlbum: Trapped in CrimeSong: NL Iggaz[C-Murder talking]What’s happn’ yo what’s happn’ nigga oh salt shakin’ ass muthafuckanigga talkin’ bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit yougonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what’s happn’ No Limit foreverlil’ daddy it’s cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out[C-Murder]Nigga nigga I’mma rider never gave a fuck about the other sideMe & my niggas we love to get highAn break the rulesLike fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trappedI only give my real niggas dapMe & my click is so close it’s fucked upMy nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed upAn showed up ready to blow some shit up like CastroThese niggas bout to straight get pluckedI’mma millionaireThese ghetto niggas put me thereShowed me loveNigga pass the dubIt’s a TRU thangRespect it like your last nameOr get touched boyI don’t give a fuck boyC-Murder:(Chorus)No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggasTRU niggas on a mission muggin’ in club niggasNo Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggasTRU niggas on a mission don’t give a fuck nigga[Reapeat][Afficial group member #1]Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the carBlow my smoke to the sky blazin’ dutches cigarsI got the street in my veins my block runs thru my bloodPlead guilty to tha charges when I’m facin’ the judgeFuck it I’ll do the sentence lift weights & read booksMake me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my booksOnly understand crooks ya’ll niggas is suckersI’m in a booth waitin’ for a CEO to front usI got the hood relyin’ on me not to mention myselfSo if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealthNine outta ten niggas is haters I’m the other oneLike startin’ fires that blazes & stackin’ my funds[Afficial group member #2]Uh hu I bet ya’ll love the way I flips em’ outFunny guy hu now watch how these clips come outI done took it where ya’ll can’t go now how bout thatI done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin’ catsAn they mad at me cause they say I spit it to roughAn throw it at you like a chick who don’t get it enoughWhat is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this catsThat’s why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac’sRemember back til’ when we hid them stacks in alley waysNow we keep that dough comin’ & goin’ like holiday’s