damned if they send me to an early grave Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)] [C-Murder] I be damned if they murder me Until I die, I'll be high when they
damned if they send me to an early grave Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)] [C-Murder] I be damned if they murder me Until I die, I'll be high when they bury me
be damned if they send me to an early grave Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)] [C-Murder] I be damned if they murder me Until I die, I'll be high when they
Traduzione: C-Murder. Damned Se mi Murder.
These haters swear they G's, like I don't know they just rapping that They couldn't see us, if they was the third letter of the alphabet I murder bar
a shit You gon' hustle your ass off, boy Cause when they kissin' your ass, they kissin' the Klan's ass And when they suckin' YO dick, they suckin' Hitler
sprayin Like a smooth operator that operates smoothly Don't try to hit me, boy, you can't bruise me I'm a leader, so start followin me Numero uno, the one they
: sweat pants and Nikes Light shit in case I have to strike On a muthafuckin policeman tryin to jack me For throwin the dice I hit twice when he tack me Oops, caught me
startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggaz live in section eight of public housing They murder
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky,
send a word about cop a plea They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated Facing life so it's strike three, independent Slanging records call us coke dealers C-Murder
Ridin' C.K'in' motherfuckers And they ain't show no mercy when they hoo-ride Leavin' no clues but a motherfuckin' homicide Lil' Hawk Y-G quick to spree And C
soldier thought I done told ya And everytime you slip I'ma peel up fool You Snoops think they slick Tryin' to creep Through the park But the nigga Six Pac ??? like tiger sharks They
if you don't My .9 is gon' pop-pop Leavin' suckers flat back on their ass, G It's in hells where I'm livin' if you ask me I give a fuck my nigga about
t be sayin' too much, I light the spark and you dyin', I ain't lyin', these old bustas they be spyin' on me, They got they muthafuckin' mind on me, they
C.U. I see you is not original. It's pitiful, niggas ain't lyrical. Give me that deal, give me that miracle! They lackin' the talent, they lackin' the
is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Me breakin' down, me breakin' down Me