Bra, why you talkin' that shit, huh?
(what? you heard me)
take this shit to the streets right now (you heard me)
all that yappin' and no action ain't called for, ya dig?
(for real)(what's happenin')

You don't wanna fuck with C (bad motherfuckers)
you don't wanna fuck with me (just a bunch of bad motherfuckers)
you don't wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherfuckers)

C-Murder
Don't play no games boy, we be bout killin'
you ain't got shit to die for, you shouldn't be livin'
get rid the fuckin' smirk, ain't a damn thing funny
all my niggas know we live for weed and money
platinum, and golds on the walls of my company
cuz TRU niggas live like motherfuckin' G's
presidentials, and playin' in every resident
cuz bumpin' no limit shit, is essential
I make money, off the words that I speak
I flip a cassette, like I used to flip a quarter key
the rap game is like standin' on a block
every tape I sell is like a motherfuckin' dime rock
give me the money, and you can keep the bitches
nigga don't play no games, C-Murder bout his riches
the money talk, and bullshit walks, haters get delt with
and haters get they ass kicked

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don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin'
just a bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas
don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin'
bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas

Mystikal
A whole bunch of bad motherfuckers
ya we bad, watch us I ain't playin' with your bitch ass
even if I smoke weed all day drankin' on King Cobra
my eyes red and my head bad, I still fuck over ya
you know the name, you know the game and the tank
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whatcha thank your head in the air
like your shit don't stank
but you're gettin' spanked, I'ma get you out yours
and forgot that thank
you bitch who, wrong move, I'ma get to it,
I got it in gold
but these muthafuckas still talkin bout you fin to
you meant to, but you been through
fuck what your friend do, and who you kin to

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Silkk the Shocker
We bout murder, money weed, ammunition guns and drugs
fake niggas stand correct, show my real niggas some love
Mister! I live the life, of a motherfuckin' thug
7 digit figure niggas, still fightin' in clubs
you think you saw the worst
bitch the worst is, yet to fuckin' come
up jump the tank, everybody at once
and your best, will fucking run
shoot first ask questions later
???, askin what time it was
I guess I was just too paranoid
smokin' too much motherfuckin' bud
don't play no games bitch, respect, the name bitch
fuck who you came with, and fuck what you sayin' bitch
you heard of Mystikal, heard of P, heard of me,
and heard of C
either we solo, or we ridin' thirty deep
so you can't stop me, I know
only thing they can do is watch me,
drop ya with your eyes closed
in the project curb, park the, muthafuckin Bentley
you wanna know why we ain't smilin' cuz we thugs we mugs
ain't nothin' bout being friendly

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