C-murder - Akickdoe! Lyrics
[master p]Yo c-murderNigga you woke?Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.Pass the weed (ok)We gon head up interstate 10We gon pick up pimp c, and bun b (thats my niggas there)We gon get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout itWe gon handle our businessWe gon smokeWe gon make it back to the n.o.Cuz u know whut?Us south niggaz dont playa hateWe got love from the south, east, west, to the nizorthBut its your time babyWe gon handle our businessAnd we gonna do this shit like gzWe gonna represent the gizameYa heard me?[pimp c]This game *****ed upI aint got no friendsI done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienzUgh, and Im a real niggaDown to put a forty-five to his head niggaLay it down mutha*****a because Im bustin for mineTake that ine everytime and I aint try to dineNiggaz dyin podarthur (huh nigga what? )Thank that Im playin? (huh nigga what? )Bust 17 times and let em feel what Im sayinUgk and c-murderCadillac and a tank (master p)Bout to fade the platinumSmoke some dank and some drankBut ***** luv me when I come to your cityServe my dick out her *****And bust my nuts on her tittiesUgh, its just a matter of time before Im up in your houseWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouthNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)And make a pimp *****And never put trust in a trick ass ***** (trick ass *****)[chorus x4]Im bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)Lay down on the flo (flo)Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)[bun b]They try to run up in the manger (run up)Now hold oon bun bI see me p and c in danger (danger)Just like the atf, pd, and texas rangers*****in with me and my middle fanga.But to this shit nigga we aint strangersBut I gotta bust my magnumsGotta gage these pistolsHand grenades, and land minesChopper smoke bombs and missilesSome of them *****es whistleSome of them *****es silentBut all them *****es handle businessAll of them violentBout it bout it and dangerousSoldiers that wanna gang with usBang with us, hang with usGet that no limit slang with usI came to bust every ass in my way till its overSo get the chip off your shoulderFeature thisI done told yahWe own 5 on your ***** in your bumpin conflictsNigga I can see that you got plickedSit down and take a time tripThis aint nothin ta sneeze atThe fear in your eyes I see***** wheres the keys & gz at?[chorus x2][c-murder]Lay it down mutha*****aEverybody gotta goGive me the loot is what I tell emWhen I kick in the doeNigga Im mad at the worldFor my lack of havin papers***** the law and the copsCuz Im down for a caper[master p]Some say we dangerousEspecially when we brokeIm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin for dopeI just live for confettiYou see Im daily like freddyYou see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy[c-murder]I got to much choice in my headI wanna take my own lifeMy last chance is a 211But it got me thankin twiceeIts a drought right nowSo these drugs aint happeninAnd if it wasnt for no limitThere would be no money or rapping.[master p]You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and gzThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!You see you cant trust nobody in this dope gameKeep your eyez on your enemiesStack some chips and get out man.[c-murder]Give me a ski-mask, a 9Ill be a down ass niggaAnd watch me pull a flee-flickerAnd make my cheese get biggerIf I get caught its 25, but that dont mean shitCuz if I go to jail its gotta be better than living like thisNigga 2 shots in the airCuz I aint bout bein brokeAnd if you bout I make a moveNigga, everybody gotta goJust some bout it niggaz from new orleansWith tapes hooked upC-murder, master p, and ugkNow nigga what?[chorus till fade]
