Artist: C-Murder f/ Afficial
Album: Trapped in Crime
Song: NL Iggaz
[C-Murder talking]
What`s happn` yo what`s happn` nigga oh salt shakin` ass muthafucka
nigga talkin` bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you
gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what`s happn` No Limit forever
lil` 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 side
Me & my niggas we love to get high
An break the rules
Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped
I only give my real niggas dap
Me & my click is so close it`s fucked up
My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up
An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro
These niggas bout to straight get plucked
I`mma millionaire
These ghetto niggas put me there
Showed me love
Nigga pass the dub
It`s a TRU thang
Respect it like your last name
Or get touched boy
I don`t give a fuck boy
C-Murder:(Chorus)
No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
TRU niggas on a mission muggin` in club niggas
No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
TRU niggas on a mission don`t give a fuck nigga
[Reapeat]
[Afficial group member #1]
Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car
Blow my smoke to the sky blazin` dutches cigars
I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood
Plead guilty to tha charges when I`m facin` the judge
Fuck it I`ll do the sentence lift weights & read books
Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books
Only understand crooks ya`ll niggas is suckers
I`m in a booth waitin` for a CEO to front us
I got the hood relyin` on me not to mention myself
So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth
Nine outta ten niggas is haters I`m the other one
Like startin` fires that blazes & stackin` my funds
[Afficial group member #2]
Uh hu I bet ya`ll love the way I flips em` out
Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out
I done took it where ya`ll can`t go now how bout that
I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin` cats
An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough
An throw it at you like a chick who don`t get it enough
What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats
That`s why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac`s
Remember back til` when we hid them stacks in alley ways
Now we keep that dough comin` & goin` like holiday`s
Chorus(4X)
