Lyrics
This lil nigga quick to handle his business and quick to creep, y all ain t met the real c yet i mma rep Me, i was raised with gorillas and gangsters
Messing with you gorillaz will get your head bust, throw your hands up, new orleans ha ha now all y all done heard of me now i m c-murder
Throw your hands up, now all y all done heard of me, you don t wanna mess with that glock
free c-murder
Mytaius told me to be cool you know i m a fool, i ain t talking i don t stunt at all, you don t wanna mess with that glock
Bitch niggas wonder how i do it, and speakin of drugs they wanna label me a killer, it s money we after
And speakin of drugs they wanna label me a killer, i done things y all ain t never heard of now i m a fool boy
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
I bought them gangsta-ass beats that make your head bop, throw your hands up Heard, new orleans ha ha now all y all done heard of me now i m c-murder
Throw your hands up, i breaks bread with these baseheads Heard, straight money makers
new orleans ha ha now all y all done heard of me now i m c-murder
Test me with that glock you get popped, i done things y all ain t never heard of now i m a fool boy
free c-murder
Me and my homies we about that paper, if you don t know me ask somebody you know and i bet they know
this lil nigga quick to draw down and split ya or cut ya throat
but they don t heard me though
i was raised with gorillas and gangsters
Free c-murder, the 187 cause i don t give a
for the nolia
cut boyz could never be no fakers
Throw your hands up, you don t wanna mess with that glock
new orleans ha ha now all y all done heard of me now i m c-murder
Stomp for me jump for me buck for me stomp for me, and ya gotta know them names Heard, throw your hands up
When i die bury me wit girbauds and a t-shirt on, when i die bury me wit girbauds and a t-shirt on, throw your hands up
i was raised with gorillas and gangsters
with all my jewelry on
i m trying to fill my own graveyard the 3rd ward
It s a shame the reaper came who should i blame, cause it s murda murda murda murda
With all my jewelry on, throw your hands up, call me a fool it s on
I breaks bread with these baseheads, if you don t know me ask somebody you know and i bet they know
I show them love until they slip and i trip son, you hear c or b.g
This lil nigga keep a 40 up on him wit an extension, i show them love until they slip and i trip son, y all ain t met the real c yet i mma rep
I show them love until they slip and i trip son, y all ain t met the real c yet i mma rep Heard, i m trying to fill my own graveyard the 3rd ward
straight gutter ya know
This lil nigga ain t bout coppin no plea or squashin no beef, i m a fool like that i be walkin through the hood of, cause it s murda murda murda murda
This lil nigga ain t bout coppin no plea or squashin no beef, straight money makers C-Murder, this lil nigga keep a 40 up on him wit an extension
throw your hands up
It s a shame the reaper came who should i blame, i m willing to die for mine
Me and my homies we about that paper, i m willing to die for mine
it s hot and now these cops on my jock
on the spot money bustin out my socks
Killers and thugs straight hustlers that ll touch you up these choppers sendin niggas all true to the game, i mma uptown gangsta
I m willing to die for mine, throw your hands up throw your hands up, free c-murder
Free c-murder, caught cases
it s money we after
i mma uptown gangsta
It s money we after, so don t push me life is hard
And speakin of drugs they wanna label me a killer, throw your hands up
