Eyes Of A Killa

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    [c-murder]
    As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror
    I realize Im staring into the eyes of a killer
    C-murder who I be, tru be my click
    My minds on killing but in the process Im getting rich
    As I walk out the crackhouse strapped
    With my bulletproof vest cause I cant live with no bullets up in my chest
    Im a soldier, bitch I told ya
    With a shot from the calliop to the magnolia
    Cause its a known fact that I sell crack
    You fuck with me Ill smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track
    Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money
    But I see popos in the car and commence to running
    This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag
    Nigga Ill be a little late but have my cash
    Jumped in the caddilac and hit i-10
    Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe Im gonna go up in
    Cocked my weapon cause I aint got no time for no bullshit
    Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend
    Nigga, dont hate me cause Im getting head while Im smoking weed
    And when Im done Ill fix a sandwich and Im outie g
    ? ? ? ? ? ? I aint workin with it all
    I blame that shit on spending half of my life behind bars
    The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers
    But homocide know c-murder is a born killer

    Chorus
    They say Im a drug dealer
    But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2

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    My mind playin tricks cause um, I think some dope missing
    Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy
    And I aint taking no shorts nigga ask silkk
    Im known to fold a nigga head like a fuckin quilt
    Call bye cause I smell a fuckin murder coming
    No limit soldiers bout to have this fuckin party jumping
    Infared on aks for a better aim
    T-shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name
    Cause six deep is how we mob
    Time for a 187, a motherfucking homocide
    They put another x up on my tatooes
    Laughing as another nigga sing the blues
    Like frank nino, I feel funeral homes make a nigga wish they kept thier
    Motherfuckin ass home
    You can take me to jail bitch, but thats dumb
    Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom
    Im legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving
    Im not 2pac but uh, Ill still be thugging
    Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for
    Besides my family, thats something Ill kill for
    Disrespect my click, and you will feel a
    Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa

    Chorus x4

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