TRU {C-Murder} - Eyes of a k**a lyrics

[C-Murder] As I wake up and look into the motherf**ing mirror I realize I'm staring into the eyes of a k**er C-Murder who I be, TRU be my click My mind's on k**ing but in the process I'm getting rich As I walk out the crackhouse strapped With my bulletproof vest cause I can't live with no bullets up in my chest I'm a soldier, b**h I told ya With a shot from the Calliop to the Magnolia Cause it's a known fact that I sell crack You f** with me I'll smoke your a** like cuz smoked this track Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money But I see popo's in the car and commence to running This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag n***a I'll be a little late but have my cash Jumped in the caddilac and hit I-10 Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I'm gonna go up in co*ked my weapon cause I ain't got no time for no bullsh** Ready to k** one of these hoes jealous a** boyfriend n***a, don't hate me cause I'm getting head while I'm smoking weed And when I'm done I'll fix a sandwich and I'm outie G ?????? I ain't workin with it all I blame that sh** on spending half of my life behind bars The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers But h*mocide know C-Murder is a born k**er Chorus They say I'm a drug dealer But look into the eyes of this motherf**ing k**er x2 My mind playin tricks cause um, I think some dope missing Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy And I ain't taking no shorts n***a ask Silkk I'm known to fold a n***a head like a f**in quilt Call bye cause I smell a f**in murder coming No limit soldiers bout to have this f**in party jumping Infared on AK's for a better aim T-Shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name Cause six deep is how we mob Time for a 187, a motherf**ing h*mocide They put another x up on my tatooes Laughing as another n***a sing the blues Like Frank Nino, I feel funeral homes make a n***a wish they kept thier Motherf**in a** home You can take me to jail b**h, but that's dumb Cause the witness will never make it to the motherf**ing courtroom I'm legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving I'm not 2pac but uh, I'll still be thugging Cause dope, p**y and money is what I live for Besides my family, that's something I'll k** for Disrespect my click, and you will feel a Blast from this motherf**ing natural born k**a Chorus x4