Текст песни
Caught cases, throw your hands up
I was josin when slim got killed, cause it s murda murda murda murda
Caught cases, it s money we after
Where you at, bitch niggas wonder how i do it
Me and my homies we about that paper, on the spot money bustin out my socks, cut boyz could never be no fakers
Stomp for me jump for me buck for me stomp for me, i mma uptown gangsta Me, i was josin when slim got killed
The 187 cause i don t give a, i mma uptown gangsta
But they don t heard me though, stomp for me jump for me buck for me stomp for me
Call me a fool it s on, it s a shame the reaper came who should i blame
Where you at, straight money makers
I ve done things you bitch niggas scared of i smacked bitches, i m willing to die for mine C-Murder, this lil nigga ain t bout coppin no plea or squashin no beef
Straight money makers, where you at
This lil nigga will steal ya even when ya payin attention, i m trying to fill my own graveyard the 3rd ward of, and speakin of drugs they wanna label me a killer
i ve done things you bitch niggas scared of i smacked bitches
This lil nigga keep a 40 up on him wit an extension, cut boyz could never be no fakers, so don t push me life is hard
Throw your hands up, then make that iron cock and then that show stops
Cause it s murda murda murda murda, this lil nigga will steal ya even when ya payin attention
bitch niggas wonder how i do it
but they don t heard me though
I spit that gangsta rap i kick that hip-hop, but they don t heard me though
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, now all y all done heard of me