Akickdoe! Lyrics by C-murder

Akickdoe! Lyrics

    [master p]

    Yo c-murder
    Nigga you woke?
    Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
    Pass the weed (ok)
    We gon' head up interstate 10
    We gon' pick up pimp c, and bun b (that's my niggas 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 niggaz 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 shit like g'z
    We gonna represent the gizame
    Ya heard me?

    [pimp c]

    This game fucked 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 nigga
    Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga
    Lay it down muthafucka because i'm bustin' for mine
    Take that ine everytime and i ain't try to dine
    Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)
    Thank that i'm playin? (huh nigga 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 bitch luv me when i come to your city
    Serve my dick out her pussy
    And bust my nuts on her titties
    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 nigga (mind right)
    And make a pimp bitch
    And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)

    [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
    Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
    But to this shit nigga 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 bitches whistle
    Some of them bitches silent
    But all them bitches 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 ass 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 bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
    Nigga 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
    Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?

    [chorus x2]

    [c-murder]

    Lay it down muthafucka
    Everybody gotta go
    Give me the loot is what i tell 'em
    When i kick in the doe'
    Nigga i'm mad at the world
    For my lack of havin' papers
    Fuck 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

    [c-murder]

    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 nobody in this dope game
    Keep your eyez on your enemies
    Stack some chips and get out man.

    [c-murder]

    Give me a ski-mask, a 9
    I'll be a down ass nigga
    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 shit
    Cuz if i go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
    Nigga 2 shots in the air
    Cuz i ain't bout bein' broke
    And if you bout i make a move
    Nigga, everybody gotta go
    Just some bout it niggaz from new orleans
    With tapes hooked up
    C-murder, master p, and ugk
    Now nigga what?

    [chorus till fade]

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