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C Murder Down For My Niggas

m down for my niggas C-Murder Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck

, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my

niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK

-T, nigga, representin', strictly West side, nigga South Central in the muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas

with that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice

get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock]. Bizzy: I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I heard. Yeah (censored), we holler about all of the murders

last evening I'ma retreat but proceed with ease Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin' Me and hustlas down for the money murder And mayhem C

my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette

on my dick Because I'm here for my cap down When steppin' through C-Town You better be strapped down The bigger my trigger The deader your nigga is