[c-murder]
Say twins you know how we go do a f**ing show
Get that b**h rowdy how crazy they be acting out there
n***as can't control theirself be like uh
They call me c-murder and i got tru tagged on my motherf**ing back
Ever since i started rapping all my real a** n***as come and follow my lead
Got my balls and my word n***a ask young bleed
We come do a show in your motherf**ing city
They call me the baddest cause no limit act sh**ty
Beats by the pound make them ignant a** beats
When a n***a like me bring the sh** to the streets
Because the ghetto is my home n***a i'm ghetto raised
I'm unpredictable ask the n***a with the braids
My motherf**ing music be jumping out of record stores
n***a where's your proof motherf**er check billboards
To all my tank dogs that's bout it
Then throw off your set and get this motherf**er rowdy
Chorus
We be no limit n***as and we bout it
We come to a club and get the motherf**er rowdy x2
[kane & abel]
6 shots of hennesey i'm feeling right in this b**h
Hit the dash flow off mike start a fight in this b**h
I got the crowd jumping gangstafied sh** pumping
Tell that b**h and that hoe i'm trying to do something
I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club
Don't give a f** about the popos n***as smoke some bud
Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love
I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
Tru n***as smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
Kane & abel kick bu*t knuckle up don't give a f**
We bout it and i'm gon' get this motherf**er rowdy
Chorus x2
[fiend]
I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
k**ing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of d** half of my paper go to bud
Ebonic you speaking in the club uh n***a what
Everytime i buzz the tank does when i it
With the type of sk**s to knock a baller off his pivot
I admit it i'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain't seen nothing wait till i'm full of that sh**
Take a pull of that sh**
And you can meet the pieces
My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
Lyrical adhesives making these n***as meet jesus
I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy
Chorus x3
[c-murder talking]
Yeah another example of that gangsta sh**
C-murder in this b**h kane & abel the f. i. fiend
sh** just another motherf**ing day another dollar
Get it right cause we bout it peace