nigga get hurt of this shit yeah ya dig We makin moves nigga On da block posted up ta get mine [C-Murder] (Chorus 2x) I'm on the block posted up
get hurt of this shit yeah ya dig We makin moves nigga On da block posted up ta get mine [C-Murder] (Chorus 2x) I'm on the block posted up Wit them
Tercüme: C-Murder. Da Block.
Tercüme: C-Murder. Posted On Da Block.
't done nothin' but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldn't shot us on
't done nothin' but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldn't shot us on sight
pen? 'Cause this shit is getting embarrassing The fog is thick and the air is thin 'Cause he won't even let them try to breathe Da dee da dee da da dee
I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin I took it (whoops!) Nurse look at this straightjacket, it's crooked! I go to jail and murder you from a cell Put
trunk I feel the funk da funk, feelin' the funk da funk I'm feelin' funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk Feelin' da funk da funk, I am the funk I
Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Nowadays when niggaz walk around they start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon! [Royce Da
to do some time, I'm ridin (fo'sho') It's on, you gon' be on your back I'm representin Detroit, until I die you see this D on my hat, nigga (This is
known for the Arm & Hammer Murder the streets I'm a wanted man But the flow's like dope so it's on again Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
) Wild out (What?) Wild out (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I can't hear you, c'mon) Wild out (If ya find ya nigga cheatin', let's go girls, c'mon now) Wild out
Geah, new My niggaz frontin' on pumpin' and dumpin', leave 'em on the curb Ridin on twinkies I'm [unverified] gun under my fur Ma what you prefer? His
