C-Murder lyrics

C-Murder lyrics

"Still Makin' Moves lyrics"

Personal Computer lyrics
Mi son comprato un personal computer ma il cuore soffre un poco di aritmia. Non so come curare i reumatismi. Nelle famiglie personalit? sempre in conflitto. A volte anche una finta gentilezza ? per litigare.

[little Kevin]
hey cmurder, who you who you hang with?

[c-murder]
say lil kevin boy, you know i'm still makin moves with thugs

[master p]
part 2 nigga!! haha all dem thugs get em up out there nigga

Verse 1:
[c-murder]
i leave the house 10 o clock and jump in my lac,
call my niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back,
and even the one time you was tryin to hack,
i still pack a strap and recock my gat,
elimin
I Dare You lyrics
Come on tuff guy, you talk so much shitYou run your mouth day and night, it's just a bunch of shitWhy don't you go and say it to their faceInstead of talking behind their backAll you do is tellin' lies, that's all you
atin all my enemies tryin to blind me,
im still makin moves but it's hard to find me,
steadily gettin richer pursuin my dreams,
i just cashed a check for three million d's,
i told yall niggas last year dont play no games,
got dem no limit niggas out there callin my name,
went from sneakin in stores to dem sell out shows,
went from crime to rhyme already did my time,
i say you dont wanna go to war wit me,
i got hot boy n big swoll wit me,
Universal Blackness lyrics
My dear that is not an act of love Expressionless...faces Staring at the novelty Nobody's foolish enough To shed a tear Incidental music Sick Sick Smell it in the air Everywhere It helps us forget the hate R

just some more ghetto muthafuckas ridin wit me,
cause makin moves wit thugs is a hobby,

Chorus:
[mo b. dick]
all my homies know tha deal,
if you thuggin keep it real,
dont forget to pack tha steel,
incase we got some caps to peel,
you know tha deal,
this thug's for real,
we pack tha steel,
got caps to peel

Verse 2:
[master p]
how many niggas wanna ride wit me?
throw a party thug girls get wild wit me,
Almost Anything Goes lyrics
4:30 in the morning I'm tattered, tired and torn Trying to keep up with the pace This ain't my home, and it ain't my place The candle keeps on burning at this point there's no returning The policy is clear, anything goes w

its involved wit green nigga bother p,
56 million like tha lottery,
from the charlotte hornets to mtv
how many patnas do you see when im on tv?
and if i get cut im gonna buy tha team,
cause i made my money from tha triple beam
i lived tha life of a dealer nigga hangin wit killas,
i fucked around and come back to slangin keys,
but thats alright cause these niggas get paid,
young niggas gonna be thugs to the grave.

Chorus

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