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| C-murder Life Or Death (explicit) On The Run Go head big baby Soulja slim's in this mothafucker with da hound from girttown And c mothafuckin' murder Know what I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies Shit's getting real [soulja slim] Its the glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection You better ask some fucking body bout soulja slim i murdered them And i keep it cocked at all times come look at him I'm inviting you to danger You best to be a banger One that don't miss i'm tru to this i' ve been raised Blues an shit i trained myself for combatbust back as i react On every attack so niggaz keep your mouths closed And eyes open My trigger finger itching to be stroking Praying and hoping One of you niggaz build ya'll nuts up to come try me Last nigga done it bloody body Him couldn't get by me, why me A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery That shit that used to be my hobby Never do it sloppy, make the job well done Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun I'm on the run [chorus x2] I'm on the run, so all you bitch niggaz leave me alone I'm on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome [c-murder] It ain't no limit to the mothafucking bitches we fuck My tank niggaz bout to make the world blow up We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love Its been 2 years since i possessed some drugs Nigga hard times is a thing of the past Give me 2 keys and i'm gone give you back cash I'm a hustle til i'm dead, ball til i fall I won't rest til they put my name on the wall Tru niggaz gone ride, playa haters gone die Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive With bulletproof hummers and multiple pistols With solid gold tanks and multiple missles I'ma bust until i can't bust no more The magnolia, girttown with the calliope I'ma no limit soldier they be some soidier too I represent them killers cause they in my crew [chorus x2] [da hound] I just hit the streets with my beer Them niggaz know what time it is Clear up the streets bitches put away your kids Shit i'm going out like a gangsta did Mothafuckers gotta get it how ya live Shit were you niggas was were you niggaz here Take a short vacation and niggaz struck fear Fuck i'm bout to break it down to the nitty gritty Nigga act shitty i'ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty Give me a bud, pop the lid take a swig Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit I gotta leave 'em how i left 'em down and out Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson I took my pistol i struck it to the ground I want something go buck about a 100 fucking rounds Plus i want the poi and fucking furl I'm a broke off that 11500 fuck that girl Shit give me the wig watch me spilt it dig Too many niggaz ain't pretty but this nigga is I got to do 'em like my cousin dave do Den we tap dem lights mothafucka hey you Catch the ground up the shit i'ma pistol whip I be around fuck don't let me catch a nigga slip [chorus x2] |
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