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As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror I realize I’m staring into the eyes of a killer C-murder who I be, tru be my click My mind’s on killing but in the process I’m getting rich As I walk out the crackhouse strapped With my bulletproof vest cause I can’t live with no bullets up in my chest I’m a soldier, bitch I told ya With a shot from the calliop to the magnolia Cause it’s a known fact that I sell crack You fuck with me I’ll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money But I see popo’s in the car and commence to running This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag Nigga I’ll be a little late but have my cash Jumped in the caddilac and hit i-10 Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I’m gonna go up in Cocked my weapon cause I ain’t got no time for no bullshit Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend Nigga, don’t hate me cause I’m getting head while I’m smoking weed And when I’m done I’ll fix a sandwich and I’m outie g ? ? ? ? ? ? I ain’t workin with it all I blame that shit on spending half of my life behind bars The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers But homocide know c-murder is a born killer Chorus They say I’m a drug dealer But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2 My mind playin tricks cause um, I think some dope missing Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy And I ain’t taking no shorts nigga ask silkk I’m known to fold a nigga head like a fuckin quilt Call bye cause I smell a fuckin murder coming No limit soldiers bout to have this fuckin party jumping Infared on ak’s for a better aim T-shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name Cause six deep is how we mob Time for a 187, a motherfucking homocide They put another x up on my tatooes Laughing as another nigga sing the blues Like frank nino, I feel funeral homes make a nigga wish they kept thier Motherfuckin ass home You can take me to jail bitch, but that’s dumb Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom I’m legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving I’m not 2pac but uh, I’ll still be thugging Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for Besides my family, that’s something I’ll kill for Disrespect my click, and you will feel a Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa Chorus x4  More Tru Song Lyrics
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