C-murder - Cluckers Lyrics
Cluckers x24[c-murder]Throw me a shotgun nigga, lets get high tonightOh God please, dont let a nigga die tonightIm serving cluckers on the set, like 24-7If I get killed, I know Im not going to heavenI did too much dirt, commited too many sinsJust scored two keys with killers, in a room, toastin with himIts time to break that shit down, and bag it upWe make crack like this, now we gotta sell this stuffMoms trippin, wanna know why I got two beepersI couldnt tell her one for the hoes, and uh, one for them tweakersNow my money comin fast like a mother*****ing nutAnd if you catch me doing bad, nigga, you gots to give it up foolBreak yourself cause, uh, Im bout robbingCheck my rapsheet nigga, and ask my homies steady mobbnWe be some crazy niggas, were some hard mother*****ersIts time to check my crackhouse nigga, its time to check my cluckersCluckers x24[fiend]Once again young fiend is on the blockDodging the cops, working out the murder shopYou heard of the rock, well nigga, Im slanging itThe shit wont ever stop cause I aint got no shame in itMy niggas gangbanging it, lettin thier khakis sagWhile Im sellin yall down to the shaker bagsBreak em back, ten it is, and my condition they see meBehind my paper, beatin your hands, steady grinning, from the beginningI knew I could sell all constructionMother***** those dealin, nigga Im tryin to make somethinAint no settlin for nothin, nigga, Im tryin to meet dollarsMister ? ? ? ? ? , and aint he spendin all them powersStrawberry swallowa, but stones all in the nutFiend got em hypnotized doin his drug dealer strutPull up, not giving a ***** like t and t tuckerIf you want some d, come see me mother*****erCluckers x24
