(feat. QB) [C-Murder & Leanerd Dawg talking] Say lil' Learnerd Dawg (What's happenin'?) Nigga you heard of QB? (Yah, why wassup?) Well, yu know that
Real niggas ride burbans and lac's You see this shit here for the g's and mack's Ain't trippin on a bitch cause a bitch get smacked (C-Murder)
ain't even rap tight I smoke weed all day and sell dope at night No Limit Soldier tatted on my arm best believe Cause if it's life or death nigga, somebody
(feat. Mac, Mr. Serv-On) [C-Murder] Yeah, check this shit out. This is for all my real tank dogs My No Limit soldiers out there buying my shit Ya know
Lifes hard, so lets show em' what we made of My gateway to hell seems like its constantly open The reaper is callin', so I'm constantly smoking C-Murder
heavy breathing, reloading a clip) [C-Murder;Duck an Run Foo, You Better Duck an Run Nigga, Duck an Run Foo,You better Duck an Run Nigga] [C-murder]
Mercedes) [Chorus] ohhhh It's life or death in my town and I'm standin' on deadly ground I just wanna live my life all by myself... [C-Murder] Life
nigga you had to get up on your own all these want to be motherfucken ass hustlers better wake up and stop killing on another cause chorus 2x I wish that life
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
(feat. Fiend) Cluckers x24 [C-Murder] Throw me a shotgun nigga, lets get high tonight Oh god please, dont let a nigga die tonight I'm serving cluckers
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
know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death
Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die You can fuck on the first night, or
to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach It's Westside, Death
wanna hurt nobody; just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come
17 in the head So you better fake death or play dead You put the mic in the wrong hands then you get me A nigga that's hooked on A-C-I-D I can't go to
eat lunch Cause I don't give a fuck about you Or him or her Whenever I'm in the house A death just might occur Is this real or fiction You'll never know