C-Murder - My Set lyrics

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This is my set it's my religion

I am up early in the morning with the pigeons

All night I have been up cooking up in the kitchen

Trying to duct the penatentiaries and the system

This is my set it's my religion

I am up early in the morning with the pigeons

All night I have been up cooking up in the kitchen

Trying to duck the penatentiaries and the system

I am hearing guns shots, I can hear them gun shots ring

My ringtone buck shot I love how they sing

And when they penetrate, you sink like quick sand

Gone like this man, and will you be missed man

I am convict; I gets no love from the outside

So when I go outside they mouths be like diss wide

Uh come call me a motherfucking fool

Cousin wish I wasn't the nigga that you wish you wasn't

I got them cops trying to murder me, cause I shot to kill

I am real playa ain't no segery, my hair nappy like a bum on the block

But Check my pocket it's full, Dope coke and rocks taped to my sock

It's two gold glocks in a box, and a Black N Mild

So I can blow while am acting while, I am thugging man (I am thugging Man)

Cause my whole city is drugging man

Now a cut boy Corey that nigga bucking man

Game over I am hitting up your Rang Rover, I am bumping Hover

While napping wodee boy pull over

Give me a cutta my head bumping

I need something that's gonna relax me but I don't for won't for nothing

Cause I am hustling, 247 with no brakes

My only brake is when I brake them niggas that fake boy

I am about my cake, see I don't sleep on the grind

I creep on the grind with that piece from behind

And blow ya mind, Just call me crazy man

Now do the crazy man dance, change your plans this your last chance

Now then doe boyz with the dope stash

Shorty move fast before I kick you in ya ass

I am on parole and probation hoe

Now fuck the whole in tank

Bitch your pussy stink, so why ya trying to break the bank

I issues out hollows ain't no tomorrow

And the Clack Clack you no what follows

I am on the set with these killers and the drug dealers

Straight ignorant with gangstas and paper chasers

I got these tattoo tears see I done put in years

I earned my stripes I buss at those I don't like

I am on that syck cousin. Why you running ducking

I am cutting slabs in the kitchen them streets are buzzing

Now fuck them people them Feds and detectives

I am rolling reckless, they better respect it

Or I am checking reletters it's TRU it's the crew

Wenge and poo I gotta represent the TRU tattoo

Now back I am hot, this thang is tucked

I am in the crack house next to mack house, with the mack out

The spot ridiculous we smoking hickory

Put down in history, them haters bussing but they miss me

It's six in the morn, I am on a mission up with the pigeons

This is the set, the game my religion. So fuck the snitches

Celo boy you a fool for this one uh

Concentration camp, lil Bossie, Micheal Nelly

What's up with you Webbie, Trill Ent, Jay Tweezy, Young Ready

You no Tru sign is up baby let's blow it up

It's for the gangstas the grinder nigga on the steps

Ya'll know what time it is

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