C-murder - Premeditated Drama lyrics

[Master P] Ha ha One time, h*mocide, then we who ride One time, h*mocide, then we who ride TRU n***as don't joke check the hundred spokes From Richmond to Oakland, I got 4 So fool don't f** with the tank MP be the Colonel, got gats in the bank Waitin' for deposits and withdrawls Got b**hes in the ghetto pullin down drawers Wanna be wit' the gidman got them with the crizam But fools thinkin of thizangs I'm ballin n***as straight hauling Started from texas to new Orleans Now the game sowed up n***as wanna role up b**hes better check nuts, n***as betta hold up Ain't going out like no mark cause I'm marked for d**h Got the bulletproof vest with the tattoo on my chest TRU, n***as could'nt f** wit it Steady Mobb'n, Master P n***a go get it Got mo game than the Lakers, got gats for the haters n***as blowin'-?- [Kane & Abel] If you scared got to church Busting up with yo dick in the dirt Six n***as named Paul pull you out the black hearse I roll wit n***as with eight figures, and ichy triggers Bring the drama I throwed the judges momma in the Mississippi River They know the rule bang n***as up never mention their name I asked Silkk what to do, he said "charge it to the game" I shake n***as life like dice, got that thug in me like chinese rice Ain't' Nothin nice I open up shop all night Like Circle K I circle yo block wit the K, the A-K that is (handle biz) I Leave that a** looking like Jerry's motherf**ing kids I gotta pocket full of change but ain't dropped a dime yet Like Jamie Foxx if I gave the b**h some lobster moet You know whats happenin' next If Kane and Able representin, from South to the West [Fiend] From South to the West, South to the West n***a See I'm a seventeen survivor sreaming out Checking No Limit and every word Fiend gimme keep they punk face timid I'm Thinking my phone got tapped Glock fourty on my lap Steady Mobb'n now five-o got eyes on my stack Can't be hiding that ain't no denying that See us n***as from the tank we be ridin strapped [Mac] From the South to the West layin n***as to rest Macadon put it on like a bulletproof vest Got the tank around my neck representing respect Do my thang and I collect arm breakin the neck I kick it off like soccer The tech scream bocka blocka when I co*ka I'm still a soldier my nogga Catch me G. T and D corner I be N-O L-I-M-I-T till I D-I-E [C-Murder] Time to check my mutherf**ing cream C-Murder living that drug dealers dream T-R-U and Steady Mobb'n in floss mode Doing shows at the telly tossin hoes From the South to the motherf**ing West is how we ride Got No Limit soldiers on my side Can I please pop a plea if I go to jail Homicide for them haters on my tail All my motherf**ing enemys gotta die Cause I ain't going out in a f**in drive by Beeper blowing, I got a meetin with the box They wanna know how we slangin tapes like rocks Hurry up cause I gotta show in H-Town Call face No Limit bout to lay it down Independent, I'm on another level b**h A million sold, cashin check till I'm rich [Silkk The Shocker] From the South to the West, it don't stop Watch I make the South and West connect like dots Don't be surprised when I ride act like you know me Wise like an O.G. kick more sh** than Shinobi Young n***a ballin like Kobe, play low key, Pimp like O.D Flip my enemy's like OZ's Mo game than Sega, role up like vegas f** the rest you better step like omega (you know) Be like man, I'm listenin to to West Coast n***a Fa sho n***as, smoke you out the most n***a Pull three or four hoes a show n***a Call me Mr. crocker, Silkk The Shocker, or just Mr If not they gon' find yo a** mutha f**ing missin Cause a n***as bout paper Steady Mobb'n and No Limit pulling of capers From the South to the West I stay thuggin Have a n***a back up lookin all motherf**ing puzzled Just know we bout to ride From the south to the motherf**ing West Side [C-Loc] b**h from South to West, n***a, thuggin ain't easy ??? makes a n***a feel queasy Got some cheese now the feds trying to peep me That it from me Biggin Cheesy Ain't' easy 200 gansta a** n***as that quick to mouth Punchin time clocks, C down with shift like it eas a jock n***a roll something, stop stuntin clown G's dont respect stunting Take you to that old school whoop yo a** like yo stole sumthin Busta hunting on the cool with my tools Playin it like awino in an alley bustin on fools Weekend thugs I done told ya Any fool know what happen when you f** around with some soldiers Now stunting with that pistol makes it evident Less you want us to come blow up your f**in place of residents Hit the door befoe the phone crank up Like Billy The Kid I f** around and make you famous [Billy Bavgate] Front page Billy Bavgate Got trapped in a world of hate I carry late,reload with rage Stepped back as I bust my gauge As the super sport Impala hit the corner sprayed Bodies layed the bithca** n***as they can't fade No Limit soldier till I die n***a you can tell I'm a k**a by my eyes Fifty soldiers in a tank full of dank Earned 9% organizing crime is how my time gets spent Big moves I make, s**as balls I break Droppin sacks on the spot I got paper to make [Crooked Eye] Twin S's I push real game to spit 36 in the bird, B 28 in the bush From the West to the South I got international game No limit soldier I told ya respect the tank on the chain, s**a