C-Bo - Murder That He Ritt Lyrics

Lyrics Murder That He Ritt - C-Bo



I don′t know judo but down wit you know strapped wit 2 glocks gone off sum pruno headed for dat house party on da Southside 4 deep in a ragtop 65 hella bitches hangin out da windows.
Killa cali style fo bo's 850 BENZO.
Hoes on stack cuz niggas been ballin crack since da mac. (
Since Da Mac) Packin da gat and won′t think twice to bust a cap.
Sportin a brim like freddy Krueger sum trigga happy shooters all strapped down wit 2 Rutgers.
I pull over hit da juice in my ride I've got front- back and side to side.
In Da Murda Dat He Ritt"
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In Dat Murda Dat He Ritt
Murda Show"
In Dat Murda Dat He Ritt
Murda Show"
I'm a born soulja to these hell made streets of my dreams when my back is turned somebody′s murdering me.
I′m waking up in a cold sweat every little noise im hoppin out da bed reachin for my tec.
On da streets im high off paranoia lookin for da neighborhood destroyers.
I'd rather murda then be dead confused.
Celebratin my birthday in da news.
I drop tears for my dead homies.
I did years tryin to get my money and pack a tec for you phonies did mines on my only turning mother fuckers into "
Rest In Piece" homies
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See I′m a "
G" from da block when there's funk it′s on.
I'll be da nigga wit da strap to ya homies dome.
Head buttin crushin them bones, When dat HK bucked em sittin dat ass down.
Retaliatin be sum out of state negros.
Decapitation leaving afros in steel toes.
Some more hardcore killas, ballin dope dealers, kuglexx whellas, the real dealla, battilin your hood like thrilla.
Your either a killa or vacate or get killed by da killa.
Now what do you prefer?
It′s best you disperse or be da next verse.
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Now here comes da big gangsta hoppin out da regal pants saggin fat pockets eagle 50 Cali style.
Stakin up G's by da pound sippin armoretto Packin da throw away Beretta.
I been in it to win it since da beginning.
So when I pose took da slugs wit my .
44 leaven niggas froze its fuck you hoes in in da mind of a psycho.
Kickin off rides when da lights go.
I did my time on da cell block for sellin rocks I'd rather let da cops shell shock then get popped so next time I′ll protect mine wit my tec 9 havin wrecked time.
They can′t check mine.
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Writer(s): Anderson Daryl L, Writer Unknown


C-Bo - Tales from the Crypt
Album Tales from the Crypt
date of release
01-01-1995




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