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  • Текст песни C-Murder - The TRUest Shit



    Chorus
    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