ya dig) [Chorus - 2x] [C-Murder] I'm C dash (ya dig) to the Murder man (ya dig) I make you dance (ya dig) give you a chance (ya dig) I run the streets
Übersetzung: C-Murder. Ya Dig.
my dogs (ya dig) you know we ball (ya dig) Until we fall (ya dig) but we won't fall (ya dig) 2001 (ya dig) 2002 (ya dig) 2003 (ya heard) we play for keeps
, Ca$his, Kuniva, Stat Quo) [Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady, Shady [Intro: Obie Trice] OOOOOOOOOOOOO-MIIIIIIIIIX {"Cryyyy"} Back nigga (dry ya face nigga) "
some asprin and some Bufferin I'm comin outta coma of 17 soma Purple gush is the aroma murder deploma but first (I.C.P. bitch and this ain't a verse)
off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place
your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed Yo, their deaths got tolled up Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with Boy with the big mouth Ya got time to
Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that murder murder murder, kill kill We
immortal, and that?s the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c
its so uh prankster Its the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie To lick ya boogie oggie oggie Can ya dig what i'm talkin bout I smell ya Battle Cat Now thats
was on the case (uh-huh) But you know I aint tryin to floss but Murder was the murder was the case that they lost (murda murda murda murda) chorus
swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth Ya got time to riff
again Ill unload the clip and conversate with my friend Now this thing shouldn't be that hard I done lost my dog now im fallin apart (Verse 1) C-Murder
St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder
cash he made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder
that's the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit 'Cause I'm
like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step
