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C Murder On The Run

you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (Stop you, stop you) The Rip here to run in the street And flippin' on

/ And every second I'm out on the hustle, I sit and I guzzle/ Hope on reality that it'll pass me by, right on by/ And I'm not gonna sit and lie-ee-iiee

cost him *** *** around wit the wrong *** Y'all get mo murdered all day, all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring

murder Killer when the night falls And it ain't shit to kill, 'cuz I really don't love ya Don't run, run, run, I like my knife Run up with that gun, gun

'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed Warriors ride (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder) (Murder, murder, murder, play, play) Wasteland warriors ride (Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder) (Murder, murder, murder

conscience be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo! And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET" But got a restraining order against "Murder I-N-C

be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine You used to see C, C on

on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna Pistol grippin', insurin' won't nobody run up on us But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em I ain

like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha) Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on Threw some rims on it now it got some chrome