C-murder on come get some
I got fiends-- running out the fukking crackhouse
im not P-- but I be dumping nikkas like stackhouse
the call me c-murder-- ima member of the tru click
ya run up wrong boy--you might getcha wig split
im known in the ghetto--for slangin narcotics
them feds be watching me-- but them hoes cant stop it
my game so tight-- aint got no time for no slip ups
you come up short

-- and ima bust yo fukkin lip up

the money and murder-- is the code that i live by
i come to ya set--and do a muthafukkin walk by

im deep in the game-- prepare for the worse
"what about the popos?"
i wanna put em in a hearse
they took me to jail with 2 keys in my back trunk
fresh out the county and still smellin like the bottom bunk GET SOME