Akickdoe lyrics

Artist  : C Murder 
Song : Akickdoe



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[Featuring Master P UGK]
[Master P]
Yo C
Murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on
the road 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 trill nigga
Down to
put my .45 to his Hillfiger
Lay it down
muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
Take
that nine everytime and I ain't tryin'
dyin'
Niggaz dyin' Port Arthur (huh nigga
what?)
You Think 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 to 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
finga.
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
Hold you hostage in your own apartment
complex
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 too much choice in
my head
I wanna take my own life
My last
chance is a 211 (what)
But it got me thankin'
twice (fuck that)
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 I'm facing 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
And Texas hooked up
C-Murder,
Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
[chorus
till fade]