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C-murder - The Truest Shit Şarkı Sözleri
this be the truest shit i ever said a nigga might wind up dead with money comes bad times these days you got to have a strong mind i grew up as a motherfucken thug an outkast couldn´t do shit but slang drugs in and out of jail ain´t no place to be i´m not short dog but i just want to be free made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers don´t give a fuck who i hurt you wonder why a nigga can´t sleep man because i got the blood of my dead brother on my hand a true nigga can´t rest g till these bitch ass get the fuck from around me you sweat the tank but your not a real soldier would you die for this shit "no" p i told ya your true to the game but your ain´t true to me nigga be yourself you can´t be me or p my veins pump no limit blood from day one nigga ask big ed he put it on his only son chorus 2x i got a few niggas want me dead anticipating my death for the shit i said huh true soldiers true niggas motherfucking blood true love thugg figues bitch niggas be plotting on me behind close doors niggas hola when you see me p said if you going to get´em get´em shoot first and make sure you hit em i can´t lose another tank dog one more dead and watch no limit go off y´all ain´t ready for war i leave niggas tripping off the shit that they saw i known for taking niggas out in street murder one muthafucker check my rap sheet i thank p for taking me out the game put the mike in my hand and gave me my name chorus 2x |
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