(feat. Master P, Mo B. Dick) [little Kevin] hey cmurder, who you who you hang with? [c-murder] say lil kevin boy, you know i'm still makin moves with
Hey C-Murder, who you who you hang with? Say Lil' Kevin boy, you know I'm still makin' moves with thugs Part two nigga, ha ha all dem thugs get 'em up
Traduzione: C-Murder. Ancora Makin 'Moves.
in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels As flesh, moves
nuthin changed still bout that murder murder, kill kill Into ghetto bitches, ghetto rides, ghetto wars Ghetto food, got ghetto ways, I guess I'm just a ghetto star I still
(feat. Soulja Slim, Magic) Intro (Talking) C-Murder: Say Magic, Slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little quarter shop we got on Broad
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
like Master P(ungh!)scream for Ice Cream. Got a nigga like Mr. Magic makin six figures. It feels good to be a TRU nigga. Chorus C-Murder
(3rd ward) I wanna see a nigga get hurt of this shit yeah ya dig We makin moves nigga On da block posted up ta get mine [C-Murder] (Chorus 2x) I'm on
ward) I wanna see a nigga get hurt of this shit yeah ya dig We makin moves nigga On da block posted up ta get mine [Chorus x2: C-Murder] I'm on
stick around" This man my momma had found taught me to put it down I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound Makin' sho' that get rubber
m a bad M-a-r-c-y P-r-o-j-e-c-t Ain't no other mother ****** in the rap game harder than me I go hard and get it in like a porn star Follow my moves you
[Chorus: C-Murder] Money don't make me, I make money Yeah, them niggas can't take me, cuz I ain't runnin When its time for me to make a move, I'm a
the D.I.C. [Verse 2] Yo my name, a name all crews'll know Everytime I spit, your label lose some dough So if y'all move three, we movin fo' Fuck rap,
, stockin cap murder Uzi clip inserterer, you got cheese, I heard of ya You dirty rat, manuevered through traps and torched doors Plastic explosives, bags of C
you'll get played out like Beavis Receive it, it's yours Lyrical murdera - still rockin on [Hook] [2Pac/Makaveli:] Rock on, rock on - The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera
