[Intro:]
It's C-Murder, ya heard me? (Master P in here)
(Represent that low Mid-East, wodie!) (thugs)
From the unwild to the dead (wa**up God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!)
You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex)
Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo!
[Fat Joe:]
Yo what the f** is goin' on black?
You ain't never seen no combat
These streets here like ?? and we on that
Yeah we on that
When you see those cats comin' with 100 motherf**ers that'll k** you
Better run, and it's the God, Joe Creasy
Liftin's so easy
Fifth got a clip that'll grip your dome, cheezy, for sheezy
Y'all don't wanna see that wodie, I'm from the streets
Where the theme is to keep that mother
You motherf**ers actin' like you really wanna hold beef
Like these bullets I keep can go through your gold teeth
Like we ain't those n***as you really wanna be
Signin' off, truly yours, C-Murder and Joe C
[Chorus: C-Murder]
You want beef wardie? (n***as don't want no beef)
You talkin' to me wardie? (Shoot 'em right through they gold teeth)
You wanna see wardie? (n***as don't wanna see us)
I'm from the streets wardie
X2
[C-Murder:]
See, I was born into the streets
I'm ahead of the game, it's like a bad habit
Seems like I'm never gon' change
See I'm a hustler, that means
I'm never gon' get it
I even ride, I mean like I get it
See I'm a thug n***a dog, I'm fresh off the block
Hold up player, you caught me, with a mouth full of rock
Ain't sh** changed my n***a
Yeah, I'm on MTV, but I'm from the Projects
Where ???
You and me, ain't no sunshine when I'm there, I'm there
I'm from the streets, my n***as in the hood, they be dyin'
Where the key is, won't slow down, lay down
I'll have you restin' in pieces
Now listen up player, if you really want beef
[Chorus]
No Limit
Yo that's why...