Intro:
It`s C-Murder, ya heard me? (Master P in here)
(Represent that low Mid-East, wodie!) (thugs)
From the unwild to the dead (wassup God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!)
You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex)
Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo!
Verse 1: Fat Joe:
Yo what the fuck is goin` on black?
You ain`t never seen no combat
These streets here like ?? and we on that
Yeah we on that
When you see those cats comin` with 100 motherfuckers that`ll kill you
Better run, and it`s the God, Joe Creasy
Liftin`s so easy
Fifth got a clip that`ll grip your dome, cheezy, for sheezy
Y`all don`t wanna see that wodie, I`m from the streets
Where the theme is to keep that mother
You motherfuckers actin` like you really wanna hold beef
Like these bullets I keep can go through your gold teeth
Like we ain`t those niggas you really wanna be
Signin` off, truly yours, C-Murder and Joe C
Chorus: C-Murder
You want beef wardie? (Niggas don`t want no beef)
You talkin` to me wardie? (Shoot `em right through they gold teeth)
You wanna see wardie? (Niggas don`t wanna see us)
I`m from the streets wardie
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Verse 2: C-Murder:
See, I was born into the streets
I`m ahead of the game, it`s like a bad habit
Seems like I`m never gon` change
See I`m a hustler, that means
I`m never gon` get it
I even ride, I mean like I get it
See I`m a thug nigga dog, I`m fresh off the block
Hold up player, you caught me, with a mouth full of rock
Ain`t shit changed my nigga
Yeah, I`m on MTV, but I`m from the Projects
Where ???
You and me, ain`t no sunshine when I`m there, I`m there
I`m from the streets, my niggas in the hood, they be dyin`
Where the key is, won`t slow down, lay down
I`ll have you restin` in pieces
Now listen up player, if you really want beef
chorus
No Limit
Yo that`s why...
