die (When we ride on my enemies) I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride, on my enemies Got some static with some niggas On the other side of town And my
Tradução: C-Murder. De mis enemigos.
I die (When we ride on my enemies) I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride, on my enemies Got some static with some niggas On the other side of town And my
Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of common blunts Unconditionally married To my gun Fulfillin' my destiny On
on my bullshit; See clear through my third eye! - It's gon' be a murder. Every summer every winter every spring You think I'm bullshittin' I put that on
devil I'm a god, i'm a rebel I'm a dog, i'm a fuckin mess You wanna get in on my personal armageddon Threatened by my recklessness You powerless, i'm
Gizzy, Ashanti, what up baby girl? C. Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood niggaz All my niggaz, my nigga Nicholas, my
Gotti!) [Nas] Ill Will baby [Ash] It's Murdah, for life [Verse One: Nas] My enemies want sorta the same respect I was born with Godson, tatted on my
black big dick From mistresses we roll triple sixes Thats back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies They feel the energy like it's tenely Murder's
ve cursed my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me but my enemies want
that right? (Irv Gotti!) [Nas] Ill Will baby [Ash] It's Murdah, for life [Verse One: Nas] My enemies want sorta the same respect I was born with Godson, tatted on my
I floss with diamond teeth, SCUBA dive on a private beach Billy Idol smoke chronic with Cheech I cut your tongue out for talking against me My enemies
G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin on my nuts without
just put together So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers Project fools, C-Murder
Murda-murda-murda Ain't nut'in personal tru See it's all about respect Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Im never got slippin Keep my heat on the dash
my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin
