Texty:
C Murder I M Not Just

I'm bout it bout it I just aint no good ass rapper [Soulja Slim] You don't wanna fuck with me I'm murdered out I'm dirty south quick to push pistals

I'm bout it bout it I just aint no good ass rapper [Soulja Slim] You don't wanna fuck with me I'm murdered out I'm dirty south quick to push pistals

alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear

bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And

I was placed behind a trigger Although I'm dirty not the one to be swept up Step up, I'd love to open your chest up I've got no concept of life or death

I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm

't want that, neither do I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught

I'm a let a nigga know You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat I gives a fuck about no nigga Don't be no corvie ass nigga I'm tryin' to tell

Put in my mind off onto my murder Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene clean And I'm out to fade 'em Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em Better