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    Verse 1 (C-Murder)

    I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
    Just got shot got blood on my shoes
    Two bullets in my chest that I cannot feel
    Left the bulletproof vest in the Coup De'ville
    I'm steadily getting weaker I don't know what to do
    Picked up the mobil phone dialed T-R-U
    Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
    Had to stash all my dope and I hid my nine
    Killa killa killa killa I'll pull your card
    Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
    Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
    Quick to get the gat and peel your cap
    Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
    Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
    Ruthless as fuck and my eyes is red
    I wanna put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
    I got word on the street I got funk with the southside
    I'm a show 'em how to do a fucking drive-by
    Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
    Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
    Master P in the passenger seat getting ready
    Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette
    Got close to them fools told Silkk to cut the lights off
    Grabbed my sawed off and blew the nigga arm off
    Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
    Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
    I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man
    Cause murder is an everythang thang

    (Chorus)

    Its an everyday thang

    Verse 2 (Master P)

    I couldn't find a job so I started slanging crack
    Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
    Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
    ?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash homie
    72 oz's that will be two keys
    Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
    Open up shop and start serving double ups
    5 days later watch a nigga fucking bubble up
    Bitches on my dick cause they know I'm living fat
    And get the Lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch
    But I ain't even tripping
    cause I know these hoes don't like me
    And every fucking day the feds out to indict me
    But I ain't going out on know motherfucking bullshit case
    I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state
    Look for distributions start up my own company
    So the major motherfucking labels they could hump me
    No Limit came up quick just like a bullet
    But Master P ?? we pull it
    And all them playa hating suckes still talking shit
    Better check Billboard the number one hit
    Still on the hood on the under ??
    Cause selling dope is an everyday thang

    (Chorus)

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