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[C-Murder
That's(Fol')Me. Me.
Ya Dig? That's Me nigga. it out.

You know that nigga that be strutin' a thug
(That's Me)
nigga mean muggin' in them club (That's Me)
You know that nigga, just don't give a fuck
(That's Me)
And if you playin' wit that boy you betta (That's Me)

Cause you wanna go to war wit me (war wit me)
I bring my wit me (dawgs wit me)
All my niggas gon' fall wit me (fall wit me)
I'm from CP3

It's the 2G plus, and get my shine on
And break it down B12 and get my grind on
I'd leave you hangin, so gimme dap dawg
I'd never play you because I rap fol'
I'm from the south, I'm strapped, and plus I'm slugged up
And keep movin' on that and I get fucked up
I hope you niggas takin notes, so pay attention
I'm the of all thugs, now picture that

chorus and hook

This for all my dawgs, out raisin' hell, brah
yo chips, and make yo mail, brah
From Rolodex to Memorex, to sex on the
I niggas like bleach
Wit my .45 auto on my dresser, I
I wet cha, if you try to to me nigga
Wit that chop, chop, chop, TRU on top
Makin' CEO ends, in a wit my friends
Sippin Hen', straight up out the bottle my
Six deep, so don't you try to follow my
I fuck wit P, and a rowdy like Silkk too
That's my crew, nigga T-R-U

repeat chorus and

You see them plaques on the wall, we ball, we did
The stuck up, chicks you met, we hit that
C-P-3.Com, for beat, rhyme for rhyme
It's Cut Boy time, so let a nigga shine
You be like, maybe not 'C, or so
I'm straight up, I say yeah dawg or nigga no
What I'm do when I get outta jail?
My mind on my money, chips, and make mail
Uptown, Downtown, West Bound, I found all my
Wit that pound from them Soundz
how I be, what you get, is what you see
Locked down or free, lil daddy, Me

repeat chorus and

[C-Murder
And they me to stop thuggin'. You must be crazy.
That's Me. Ya'll better ask sumbody. This no game
boy. TRU Records, Respect us. Forever. Out.

(Computer voice)
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