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(Reporter) we're sittin here with C-Murder (C-Murder) whasup (Reporter) how are you doing? (C-Murder) alright (Reporter) so C tell me, how was your life as a youngster Ruthless, as a child, a juvenile Ran with TRU, slanged in the meanwhile Packin, specialize in jackin Liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and others Open shop, it's all about a come up I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up Because I'm a gangsta sellin dope Strapped with a gat when I role through the Calliope Bad ass, I never listened to my brother It went in one ear and out the fuckin other Pushin rocks on the block watch the undercover Fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no lover I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for some dollars At 13 I bought a quarter key of powder Rollin with my fingas on the trigga Brother don't ya know you can't touch this nigga A thug, convict, psycho, a criminal Do you stay open, ganked for your yayo Big and bad, no respect for the taz ([Reporter] C-Murder did you ever go to jail) Hell yea, just servin niggas heroin Runnin from the taz, hidin out by the sewers I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in work I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt Slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves They get beat, ganked, broke and served (fuck em) So you know who I am ho A No Limit Soldier from the motherfuckin Calliope ([Reporter] hmm, I see, So you're very violent) Always ([Reporter] okay, what would be the situation when you so call Rob someone) Waitin, for the witness to leave I'm bout to do some shit you wont believe Creep like a G to the back of the house Look in All the lights were out Grabbed the door and it was locked G But fuck that shit, a nigga got a spare key Stuck it in slowly, so he wouldn't wake up Infared, ready to blow the place up Once inside no time for shakin Lookin for the nigga and the dope I be taking Get what you gonna get, nigga and ride Or get 25 for a mothafuckin homicide Move quickly but no stuntin Ssssshhhh, I hear a motherfucka coming Lights came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang) Out the door with the dope that I got Over the wall, don't fall Check my dope cause this was a close call Getting robbed by the C is a lesson So, is there any more questions ([Reporter] yes, as a matter of fact there is, Have you ever been involved in like a murder or homicide) You mean a 1-8-7 (yea) There da nigga house goes, but don't pernt Cut the lights out so I can case the jerk Two niggas on the couch smoking and a hoe I think Master P was on the muthafuckin radio Niggas wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th ward He shoulda known killin niggaz makes my dick hard (are you sick) Yea, and I'm cunnin Told young Silkk to leave the car runnin Walked in, said bitch lay it down I'm not 8-ball, but them niggaz got clowned Hurry up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) don't lag I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash Foo got brave and went for a sawed off So I shot em all, took their mothafuckin heads off I'm TRU (No Limit) and I'll serve ya Down in New Orleans it's just another murda Back in the L-zone, Silkk drive on Threw the gun in the river and hauled on I'm not like Robin Hood, Cause I want more, rob from the rich, Sell dope to the poor No Limit is bout it you see, nobody better than me I give a shout out to my nigga Eazy-E (is all that real) I don't lie, rest in peace Eazy See you on the otherside (ya heard me)
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