die (When we ride on my enemies) I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride, on my enemies Got some static with some niggas On the other side of town And my
Übersetzung: C-Murder. On My Enemies.
I die (When we ride on my enemies) I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride, on my enemies Got some static with some niggas On the other side of town And my
Got Murders On My Block I Bomb First, It's Just How We Do It On My Block With 21 Guns To Shoot, Against Your Squad, My Unit Out To Get This Loot, Against
Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of common blunts Unconditionally married To my gun Fulfillin' my destiny On
on my bullshit; See clear through my third eye! - It's gon' be a murder. Every summer every winter every spring You think I'm bullshittin' I put that on
rappers, when will you learn You play with fire and you will get burned Cuz now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn Turn off my radio cuz I'm not
that right? (Irv Gotti!) [Nas] Ill Will baby [Ash] It's Murdah, for life [Verse One: Nas] My enemies want sorta the same respect I was born with Godson, tatted on my
quick to get it on know the block im living on queens bridge murders kings live merciless heartless crazy mercedes the projects young killas OG's enemies
?s known Throwin? it up in the air, takin? it there We W-W-C, if you can?t keep up, shoulda stayed home My-my-my alien knowledge be makin? other astronomers
, but ain't none left Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath Got too much stamina, too much energy Strengthen capabilities to crush my enemies
hands probably got callouses from the way you be swingin on my dick That's why your main squeeze wanna fuck me for free Slit the finger on my monkey then
G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin on my nuts without
just put together So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers Project fools, C-Murder
my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin
Murda-murda-murda Ain't nut'in personal tru See it's all about respect Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Im never got slippin Keep my heat on the dash