payphone door closes) (phone rings) C-Murder: Hello Jim Shoe Loco: Hey!Is this C-Murder C-Murder:what? Jim Shoe Loco:the No Limit guy..C-Murder C-Murder
Traduzione: C-Murder. Phone Call.
wanna talk to me, wanna tell me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone
us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone, and the baby
do you want from me I guess I cut it up again and call it a day cuz you got a man, he never home, pretty little thing cryin on the phone city lights
gone And you've found everybody on the other side wanna be down With the P-S-Y-C-H-O-P-A-T-H-I-C We call it family (Thanks to Nitrouz for these lyrics
murdered Now everybody walking around all shady nervous I ain't sweatin that, bout to do a show in San Antonio (Then what?), then fly back home I calls guy on the phone
it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through
lines from songs in the past] (OVERLAP 1) "I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect
(feat. Magnum) [Intro - Terrar] Yeah, yeah.. What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do? C-L, I-P, S-E, N-E-R-D What y'all wanna do? [Verse - Terrar]
do uh-uh buckin showin ya grill Get ya fuckin gold teeth aint bullet proof Call my click two guards and yall some shooters Leave ya chest hangin out like you work for hooters [Hook x2: C
for you? (we riders!) My name manifest pain to my enemies Holler C-Murder and bring bitches to thier knees Violent killers ready for blood marches Convicted murderers
(C-Murder) Listen up motherfuckers I got a story to tell All you niggas out there holding hands with these motherfuckers street Them motherfuckers behind
of you leavin' home pick up the phone Cause baby girl let's stay together, cause we don't need to be alone [Chorus repeats while C-Murder talks] Baby boo pick the phone
Serv On) (*Helicopter propeller*) (Whisper getting louder) Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga (C-Murder) Real motherfuckin nigga (C-Murder
See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass Check this out (Chorus 2x) Survival of the fittest, respect my come up Survival of the fittest, you better not run up (C-Murder
[C-Murder] Chorus: I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna
