Afficial - NL Iggaz lyrics

[C-Murder talking] What's happn' yo what's happn' n***a oh salt shakin' a** muthaf**a n***a talkin' bout keep it real n***a this the realest sh** you Gonna run up on ya dig TRU n***a what's happn' No Limit forever Lil' daddy it's cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real sh** out [C-Murder] n***a n***a I'mma rider never gave a f** about the other side Me & my n***as we love to get high An break the rules Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped I only give my real n***as dap Me & my click is so close it's f**ed up My n***a Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up An showed up ready to blow some sh** up like Castro These n***as bout to straight get plucked I'mma millionaire These ghetto n***as put me there Showed me love n***a pa** the dub It's a TRU thang Respect it like your last name Or get touched boy I don't give a f** boy [Chorus: C-Murder] No Limit n***as we thug n***as we love n***as TRU n***as on a mission muggin' in club n***as No Limit n***as we thug n***as we love n***as TRU n***as on a mission don't give a f** n***a [Reapeat] [Afficial group member #1] Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge f** it I'll do the sentence lift weights & read books Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books Only understand crooks ya'll n***as is s**ers I'm in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth Nine outta ten n***as is haters I'm the other one Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds [Afficial group member #2] Uh hu I bet ya'll love the way I flips em' out Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out I done took it where ya'll can't go now how bout that I done turned these straight up n***as into stumblin' cats An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats That's why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac's Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday's [Chorus]