know I only make moves with thugs nigga nigga nigga what make moves with thugs, nigga nigga what I make moves with thugs, ghetto niggas feel me [C-Murder
Перевод: C-Murder. Создание Перемещает.
Перевод: C-Murder. Убийство F / Master P, Mo B. Dick - делает шаги.
just came from fishin But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all You and all
I'm 'bout to, make a new outfit out of you New outfit? Shit I'll make a suit out of you Shoot! Now show me how you move baby do how well ya do Yeah
, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched But never that, cuz-o, high beam through the window My lookouts move
cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels As flesh, moves
for that crash See the airbag, the Jag, the lac cash Try to say that I be preaching well pastor is now mad I'll make Reverend Run move and that a step
the guns we tuck, bust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (Black Child) Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac
me It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me And I'm a, murderer So I murdered it And you niggas is what I eatin I'll make sure of it And he who don
and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a
ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into
all you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night in L.A., time to play My peoples hummin' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and
should of passed it You was moving slower than molasses, this time you an assed it Give it up smooth, this a jack don't move This is murder music nigga
Size and shit when they firing clips You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson His murder was a mystery
raise, move up to the register Large in charge but cha gotta be my spy Come back and tell me who's baggin' my fries Getting high on company time" Hell no sirree, wrong M.C
you're gettin' bored, baby Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin' here Classic shit Murder Inc. Ja, B. Brown, Murder
