C-Murder - Betya lyrics

rate me

Tru Records, it's time to wild out now boy

It's on...yeah...

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Betya I can make you bounce to this

Betya I can make you clap to this

Smokin that green, feelin fine

Got me a forty and a fat ass nine

Betya I can make you bounce to this

Betya I can make you clap to this

Smokin that green, feelin fine

Got me a forty and a fat ass nine

Get at me dog, you know the routine

I ain't hard to find, I'm on that thug

If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade

You can call me on 1-900-break bread

Or 1-800-getting paid but don't tell

Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell

It's a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city

That's why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee

Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up

Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up

The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em

Told Curren$y meet me at Footlocker

And bring Kernell with you that's my dog too

My next phone call went to my nigga Boo

And wine and nines cuz that's how we ride

Nigga la dadada, la la la la

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I've been thuggin since I came out the womb

Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon

Didn't know what dope was, but I was hustling

Didn't even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin

Didn't even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckin

Little pretty chicken

Had her kissin on my stick-en

And fist fights, it was anybody's turn

I was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas Hearns

I'm an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash

I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag

I'm bad to the bone, so I'm illegal

Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal

Here I go, here I go, here I go again

I want a thug girl ma, you ain't gotta be a ten

Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in

And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr)

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I don't think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child

Why would a nigga call himself Juvenile

Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head

I bet ya scary ass still piss in the bed

I'm New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey

This Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash Money

I'm C, C-P-3, uptown G

I fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G

I'm a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boy

Get them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boy

And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms

Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms

Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe

Yeah I heard you got fucked before

And if anybody out there don't like what I said

Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue)

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