, fuck the day dog Check this out You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad 'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
to wake 'em up [Hook - 2x] You better watch me, cause I'm doing bad Plus I'm hurting, I gotta get weed Now where them goods at, playboy give me that
Переклад: C-Murder. Бетта Watch Me.
Hook] [Benzino] I spend my whole life tryin to get paid for this I watched Rock get slayed for this I kept it gangsta - niggas.. don't.. want.. it Betta
murder everything that Wu wanted sent I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (You betta) Pay Big Momma for
hold I controle my own destiny These niggas wont get the best of me Mr. k mack an w s goin down in history Aint no mystery No body do it betta for the
fools under our backs, Lock the gates sound the guns 'causez we under attack. Chrous:2x Verse3: mc eiht Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, black
trip Chorus: [c-murder] I be's a tru nigga till I'm dead, depend on me I won't rest till all my thug niggas is free (x2) Verse 1: [c-murder] I'm in
it's sad on my side Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed My mama look at me and say, "boy, watch
) real Niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere. Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha. But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass (watch
Homicide, straight murder,homicide It's some gangsta shit, here in this town Straight murder, [unverified] It's some gangsta shit, that's going down Homicide, straight murder
from this life we live as thugs Pain is love, it's murda Murder INC. Takin' flight We go hard Betta get it right Murder INC. Takin' flight We go hard Betta
gun) My whole outfit count clips, get you're house lit the fuck up You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip Betta' watch miscountless slugs I'ma send Watch
deep screamin S U C Hatas betta not plex wit me I bet you can't get next to me I'ma throw chunk deuce and ecstasy They try to make me lose my mind Fuck
me Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me I get up in yo face, nigga, so don't test me Hard to get at me, but try ya luck I make niggas stutter
slanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the task C-Murder been known to keep the rocks
betta watch your shit 'cuz niggas is bout it bout it I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap Lay you on the floor and tell you Bitch you betta
