akickdoe! lyrics – c-murder

[master p]

yo c-murder
n*gg* you woke?
keep your eyes on the rollers n*gg*.
p*ss the weed (ok)
we gon’ head up interstate 10
we gon’ pick up pimp c, and bun b (that’s my n*gg*s there)
we gon’ get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
we gon’ handle our business
we gon’ smoke
we gon’ make it back to the n.o.
cuz u know whut?
us south n*gg*z don’t playa hate
we got love from the south, east, west, to the nizorth
but it’s your time baby
we gon’ handle our business
and we gonna do this sh*t like g’z
we gonna represent the gizame
ya heard me?

[pimp c]

this game f*cked up
i ain’t got no friends
i done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
ugh, and i’m a real n*gg*
down to put a forty-five to his head n*gg*
lay it down m*th*f*cka because i’m bustin’ for mine
take that ine everytime and i ain’t try to dine
n*gg*z dyin’ podarthur (huh n*gg* what?)
thank that i’m playin? (huh n*gg* what?)
bust 17 times and let ’em feel what i’m sayin’
ugk and c-murder
cadillac and a tank (master p)
bout to fade the platinum
smoke some dank and some drank
but b*tch luv me when i come to your city
serve my d*ck out her p*ssy
and bust my nuts on her t*tties
ugh, it’s just a matter of time before i’m up in your house
with my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
now get your mind right n*gg* (mind right)
and make a pimp b*tch
and never put trust in a trick *ss b*tch (trick *ss b*tch)

[chorus x4]

i’m bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
lay down on the flo’ (flo’)
want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)

[bun b]

they try to run up in the manger (run up)
now hold oon bun b
i see me p and c in danger (danger)
just like the atf, pd, and texas rangers
f*ckin’ with me and my middle fanga.
but to this sh*t n*gg* we ain’t strangers
but i gotta bust my magnums
gotta gage these pistols
hand grenades, and land mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
some of them b*tches whistle
some of them b*tches silent
but all them b*tches handle business
all of them violent
bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
bang with us, hang with us
get that no limit slang with us
i came to bust every *ss in my way till it’s over
so get the chip off your shoulder
feature this
i done told yah
we own 5 on your b*tch in your b*mpin’ conflicts
n*gg* i can see that you got plicked
sit down and take a time trip
this ain’t nothin’ ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes i see
b*tch where’s the key’s & g’z at?

[chorus x2]


lay it down m*th*f*cka
everybody gotta go
give me the loot is what i tell ’em
when i kick in the doe’
n*gg* i’m mad at the world
for my lack of havin’ papers
f*ck the law and the cops
cuz i’m down for a caper

[master p]

some say we dangerous
especially when we broke
i’m mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin’ for dope
i just live for confetti
you see i’m daily like freddy
you see i run through your house and leave it messy like messy


i got to much choice in my head
i wanna take my own life
my last chance is a 211
but it got me thankin’ twicee
it’s a drought right now
so these drugs ain’t happenin’
and if it wasn’t for no limit
there would be no money or rapping.

[master p]

you see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g’z
the word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
you see you can’t trust n*body in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
stack some chips and get out man.


give me a ski-mask, a 9
i’ll be a down *ss n*gg*
and watch me pull a flee-flicker
and make my cheese get bigger
if i get caught it’s 25, but that don’t mean sh*t
cuz if i go to jail it’s gotta be better than living like this
n*gg* 2 shots in the air
cuz i ain’t bout bein’ broke
and if you bout i make a move
n*gg*, everybody gotta go
just some bout it n*gg*z from new orleans
with tapes hooked up
c-murder, master p, and ugk
now n*gg* what?

[chorus till fade]

/ c murder lyrics