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C-murder - The Truest Shit
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Chorus This be the truest shit I ever said A nigga might wind up dead With money comes bad times These days you got to have a strong mind I grew up as a motherfucken thug An outkast couldnt do shit but slang drugs In and out of jail aint no place to be Im not short dog but I just want to be free Made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers Dont give a fuck who I hurt You wonder why a nigga cant sleep man Because I got the blood of my dead brother on my hand A true nigga cant rest g Till these bitch ass get the fuck from around me You sweat the tank but your not a real soldier Would you die for this shit no p I told ya Your true to the game but your aint true to me Nigga be yourself you cant be me or p My veins pump no limit blood from day one nigga Ask big ed he put it on his only son Chorus 2x I got a few niggas want me dead Anticipating my death for the shit I said Huh true soldiers true niggas Motherfucking blood true love thugg figues Bitch niggas be plotting on me Behind close doors niggas hola when you see me P said if you going to getem Getem shoot first and make sure you hit em I cant lose another tank dog One more dead and watch no limit go off Yall aint ready for war I leave niggas tripping off the shit that they saw I known for taking niggas out in street murder one Muthafucker check my rap sheet I thank p for taking me out the game Put the mike in my hand and gave me my name Chorus 2x
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