turned on the radio to forget the fun tears coming out my eyes cause I hear I miss my homies On top of that my court dates tommorow facing ten years added to my
My life my debt, my last breath every day along [Hook:] My life...my life...my life My life ain't the same, it shows My life...my life...my life They
My life, my life, my life My life ain't right, so I'ma fight all night My life, my life, my life My moves stay calculated, my eyes is wide open I'm
Traduzione: C-Murder. My Life.
Dollar for dollar, stack for stack In fact I'm facing multiple chargers, for organized rhyme And the whack is scared of flow, cause I glorify's my grind Lyrically, my
we about We gangsta'd out We keep it gangsta'd out Gangsta'd out To all my niggas c-walkin' We gangsta'd out To all my niggas b-walkin' We're gangsta'
I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew
who tryin to burn me I'm like a pit in a cage Spittin my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids Niggaz gettin crossed like a maze Now picture me livin my life
This shit here, hahahaha Please, no more pain That's right nigga Hey drop that shit boy Verse One: 2Pac My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My
trees slapped my mutha fuckin' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed in my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B. watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me
's bitchin The house to the right, the window and the kitchen I'm in there, I'm movin quiet as fuck Hammer's back on my Magnum cause I'm pressin my luck
from To have a 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
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers, It's a habit I'm always prepared for war, See my life's like some
dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my
hair fixed So can you pump a nigga gas Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick C-Murder called
leave the cemetery My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried This henessey got me gone, my
Silkk where you at?) Im in this No Limit gear whodi Chorus (2x) C-Murder: Where you at? Im over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, im bout
