these streets our damn self, nigga Nigga makin' all these, we goin' let that shit go though, man But you know what? F U C K you, mothafucka, nigga, fuck
and the Mo Thug family Dub-C, C-Dub rippin', trippin', click, click I loaded the clip in with my eighty gauge Twistin', got you bitch niggas ticked And move
, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c
to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy The clout, murder material serial scratched out My name's
tape him, gag him Can't tolerate the bitchin, drag him, behind the wall Blow his whole face off with C4 Articulate moves is made, like a game of Spades
in peace Aaliyah It was all a dream, the fancy limousines had me on a paper chase Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case I used to jam Run D.M.C
shot, then I plot nigga got dropped, I chop'em dead and make em dead white folks, Like c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real, Upsettin' your nerves, makin
the street, it's goin' down If you ain't down you better move to a square town Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up Hit the county jail straight P C
forever. Tru niggas. Chorus [c-murder] I'm a mobb with my niggas forever I'm a mobb with my niggas forever [magic] I hope ya niggas feel me...... [c-murder
Chorus: [c-murder] Money don't make me, I make money Yeah, them niggas can't take me, 'cause I ain't runnin When it's time for me to make a move, I'm
1 *(Black C)* It's strictly this game that I'm stickin to and stayin true tryin not to do what those fakers do while I'm payin dues I'm makin moves
We got tha perfect combination (Mo Thug, Mo Thug) So you betta change yo location (move out, move out) Tombstone Mo Thugs, be tha love, slug foe tha
, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah D-Shot I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off You got a call from the boss, you seen the code 2236 You makin'
boneyard boys is back once again Verse One: 12 O'Clock It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits A nine
Horse My hand's tied from the mic it holdes I'ma jet up the block before the record shop closes [ VERSE 2: V.I.C. ] V.I.C., droppin styles you ain't
This is it Murder Inc nigga, you lookin' at 'em The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game, you starin' at 'em Ain't no need to look nowhere else, it's murder
stocking cap murder Uzi click insterer, you got cheese, I heard of ya You dirty rat, manuevered through traps and torched doors Plastic explosives, bags of C
niggas are actin' like, I won't send em to the afterlife This is Judah Zor, a hard act to follow Murderous clique nigga, known as desperado. (Ali) Up