know I only make moves with thugs nigga nigga nigga what make moves with thugs, nigga nigga what I make moves with thugs, ghetto niggas feel me [C-Murder
Traduzione: C-Murder. Fare mosse.
Traduzione: C-Murder. Omicidio F / Master P, Mo B. Dick - fare mosse.
kill if a nigga feel, he wanna share his might skills I'm so real can't stand fake, can't stand those that playa hate It's money to make so why hate,
of 3X Krazy] I hits the block walk wit a Tech a zip in my pocket 350 rocket to get up out of the cases move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to
business you got to be ruthless Just like the guys in the 415 Who gives a fuck about takin a life? From my point of view it's a murder or a jack move
move around wit them pounds and berreta's 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
just came from fishin' But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin' I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll You and
't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking
that I was sexing you (C-Murder) Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait
professors And making barbarellas giggle That's when life's pleasures were simple Now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops to even make
you heard of Microphone murder, no win, the Technic spins [a kid] Ay, ay Mister, what's your name? Aren't you an Analog Brother? [a kid] C-c can I be
My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when we step in You starin at
there to make me feel alright You got me thinkin' bout you day and night Thinkin' bout how my life is now How you, make me smile, and I, love ya style
'll be a decline in the murder rate on the streets [Baby] If the world was mine we wouldn't need no killers We'll put A/C in these project windows [Lil
em in my world [Chorus] I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes 3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break They only break I make is when I gab the breed and jump in
Murder, murder, murder murder Murder, murder, murder murder Murder, murder, murder murder Murder, murder, murder murder Kill Kill Kill Kill Jacker of
