Bossalinie (edited)

[t-mo]
Tell it.
Tell it.
Let em know.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

[khujo]
Chorus
Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang
Slang where you wanna slang, goodie mob and c-murder man x2

[khujo]
A soldier out that n.o. camp
Meets the goodreese, gods finest cause he don't make no trash
Pop us in your cd changer when you mash
Exemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white man
Shoot street, we won't, so get back
Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
Why girls wanna be satan to the niggas incarcerated, i got one love
Cause i can't get no where hatin, the funk i will not be rakin
Uh, i know one nigga that met his match, cakin
I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin

[t-mo]
Bitch i'm a runnin all through you, you's a pt nigga
Cause we run with tru niggas, all about them dollar figures
Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em
Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong
From the twats to the third ward
Shippin them tens across the board like keys
Blowin d's all the way down to new orleans
Baton rouge, have you blues, don't snooze
Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight

[khujo]
Chorus x2

[big gipp]
Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks
Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk
Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's
Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's
Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows
With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb
Good bye night please, what you think
Murder can a nigga get up in a tree

[c-murder]
Goodie mob, real mail, a-t-l, where them killas dwell
Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures
That many bitches wanna roll with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats by the pound ain't no limit, goodie mob and murder man like jackie chan
Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound
You hit the i-10 and head west or we'll test
Cause down in twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks
Lo and gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship
T-mo and khujo in a motherfuckin studio
And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk
And rap when i wanna rap so where my real niggas at

[cee-lo]
Oh lord i'm sugar sugar please, take it easy heeze
Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese
Talkin bout the day ?? your tippin the scale
I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale
Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there
I'm a let c-murder make your t-shirt wet
I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat
Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget

[khujo]
Chorus x4

[little kevin]
Hey cmurder, who you who you hang with?

[c-murder]
Say lil kevin boy, you know i'm still makin moves with thugs

[master p]
Part 2 nigga!! haha all dem thugs get em up out there nigga

Verse 1:
[c-murder]
I leave the house 10 o clock and jump in my lac,
Call my niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back,
And even the one time you was tryin to hack,
I still pack a strap and recock my gat,
Eliminatin all my enemies tryin to blind me,
Im still makin moves but it's hard to find me,
Steadily gettin richer pursuin my dreams,
I just cashed a check for three million d's,
I told yall niggas last year dont play no games,
Got dem no limit niggas out there callin my name,
Went from sneakin in stores to dem sell out shows,
Went from crime to rhyme already did my time,
I say you dont wanna go to war wit me,
I got hot boy n big swoll wit me,
Just some more ghetto muthafuckas ridin wit me,
Cause makin moves wit thugs is a hobby,

Chorus:
[mo b. dick]
All my homies know tha deal,
If you thuggin keep it real,
Dont forget to pack tha steel,
Incase we got some caps to peel,
You know tha deal,
This thug's for real,
We pack tha steel,
Got caps to peel

Verse 2:
[master p]
How many niggas wanna ride wit me?
Throw a party thug girls get wild wit me,
Its involved wit green nigga bother p,
56 million like tha lottery,
From the charlotte hornets to mtv
How many patnas do you see when im on tv?
And if i get cut im gonna buy tha team,
Cause i made my money from tha triple beam
I lived tha life of a dealer nigga hangin wit killas,
I fucked around and come back to slangin keys,
But thats alright cause these niggas get paid,
Young niggas gonna be thugs to the grave.

Chorus

Chorus (porsha & anita)
I want my freedom, full freedom, full freedom, mmm, hmmm x2

Verse 1

As i look in the mirror i see the picture gettin clearer
On the rip of this straightest of the life that i live
But uh i see em comin before they approach
Just like a stafty slot until you circle with hope
I maintaining on your legendary dreams and stack
Making million dollar moves with many platinum plaques
Negotiate your freedom, you catchin crp
>from the court from blue, come many nights no sleep
What's the scenerio of life when you trapped in crime
My lil homie still incarcerated for packing a nine
Now history repeat itself, there's black on black
Check my backround, there's evidence just hide it's back
Eliminate all my foes, we run violent thrusts
Excuse me for my crime but in god i trust
Bossalinie uneffected by the eyes of even
Cause i'm military minded and demand my freedom

(chorus)

Verse 2

Record labels try to sign for many years infact
Want a life time commitment, get you hooked like crack
Independant, black owned, you can keep your deal
I remain with no limit cause the tank be real
I lose my cousin eight years for the time he spent
The penetentary is full of black violent, meant
Try to make a change, they can't
Cause they cuffs to tight
Momma please help us cause my mind ain't right
It ain't easy being me with my skin so toned
The mother land ain't been the same since they took me from home
My mobile phone in the benz, gettin high with my friends
Rainy days got us fighting each other, digging our graves
A cell block full of pictures, can't wait for parole
I need a second change of life cause i'm getting to old
And it's cold i can't see, can't sleep at night
Like a rebel for my freedom, i'll be prepared to fight

(chorus)

[c-murder]
Say magic, remember that nigga qb from uhh life or death
That commercial we did for a nigga
First appearence as a no limit soldier
But it's number two nigga check it out

Chorus 2x

You can't hold me back
Only real niggas feel this
Nigga feel this
Bitch niggas can't feel this
Feel this

[qb]
This for the niggas under estimated, mad style, mad created
Fuck all them niggas that playa haters
Send out dippin' spirit shit, what's wrong, i hearin' shit
When i jump on the song, it's straight lyrics bitch
My first appearence was on life or death
It's hard to mantain in this game but i still caught this much respect
I waiting a long line, no with no wit'
I didn't pick up no hands got me some ki's and i made a hit
Y'all niggas mad cause i'm nation wide
You besta realize i have a style
Nigga don't be surprised
There's not no party
I'm coming with dope shit regardless
Coming with a weak hit nigga hardly
And when you rich bitch niggas talk
And when you broke bitches yap
A automatic go off full track
A future pay nigga, a made nigga
Not a day nigga, a fair nigga, fair nigga

Chorus 2x

[c-murder]
Nigga that's part two to the motherfuckin' ???
Qb, ghetto ingredients nigga pick it up
That shit comin' out soon
No limit family, ??? motherfucker
Peace

Intro:
Gangsta gang gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (i'm a gangsta)

C-murder:
I'm a muther fucking gangsta nigga
I still make moves and smoke weed with thug niggas
I love you niggas, my drug dealin' days in the past
But i never hesitate to kick a dumb dumb niggas ass
I call shots just like i was the last don
You heard a tru records bitch thats mine
My shits hot, not even all the ice in the north pole
Could make my muther fucking rhymes cold
And i'm ghetto like a bitch tradin' food stamps for cash, huh
I'm about to score another bag
And i speak with a muther fucking slur when i talk
And i still do that muther fucking gangsta walk

Hook:
Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)

Snoop dogg:
You know my apperal, double barrel with the hollow points
My young homie in the back seat he swollowin' joints
When the po-lice get after, we dippin' on three wheels
Cup filled to the rim feather in my brim, headed to a party in the lbc
No limit soldiers with the dpg
When me and my homeboys step into the house
All the bitch ass niggas start breakin' out cause you know
They know whas up
So we started lookin' for the bitches with the big butts
Like her but she keep cryin', i got a boyfriend, bitch stop lyin'
Punk ass hooker ain't nuthin' but a dyke,
Suddenly i see some niggas that i dont like
Cripped out ripped out flipped out they dipped out
Soon as they found out who we all a-bizout

Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)
(we some gangstas nigga) (laugh)

C-murder:
Sometimes i want me a bitch, sometimes i dont
And sometimes i gotta bust a nut, and sometimes i wont
Check it, from the crips to the bloods to the niggas sellin' drugs
Yet niggas pimp hoes in the muther fucking clubs
I'm the 'g' in gangsta
The nigga that'll hang ya, the ship that'll sink ya
And the bullet that'll bang ya
I'm the hour in a clock, i'm the high on the rock
I'm the last muther fucker you would ever wanna stop bitch
I'm rich, fuck rap, i'll preach then have your bitch ass workin for me
I hit ya with a 187, i'll shank ya
Cause i'm a muther fucking gangsta nigga

Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)
(we some gangstas nigga) (laugh) x2

Gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta

Gangsta gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (walk)
Gang gang gang gang gang gangsta (do the gangsta walk)
(we some gangstas nigga) (laugh)

Chorus:

Our world is hopeless, and we have no where to go
Our children are hungry, and we can't feed the poor
Were really hopeless, spread some love before
And love that and hold in
Lord i really miss my friends
Lord please help us

[c-murder]
Now as i walk through the streets i see many people under pressure
Cause uh life ain't easy and you know this world gon' test ya
My daddy told me c one day you gon' be faced with this problem
And you and only you must find the knowledge to solve it
My momma said lord gives us tests to measure our faith
And if you really believe in god, then you shall smile on judgement day
Cause at the crossroads ain't no hunger, and every man the same color
And when it's my time to open 'em gates cause uh
I really miss my brother
And you the only man that can judge me
So please guide me to the right direction
And why can't i put this gun up and use my bible for protection
And it's an everyday struggle, don't expect nothing to change in a week
But lord help us in this hopeless world
Cause i don't wanna die in the streets

Chorus

[c-murder]
Now i done been stop shedding tears, now my eyes bleed when they cry
And i never understand why, everybody gotta die
And everything that's born gotta go, and i really think that's a shame
And i'm so tired of reminiscin'
Trying to put a face to a name
You put my grandfather in my life, and then you took him away
Yeah, big daddy used to drink but uh, he gave me a place to stay
And many kids starving overseas, and even right here on my block
My auntie told me in the year 2000 that the world was gon' stop
Now i don't wanna question you lord, but is violence really the answer
And if not, then how come so many innocent people diein' of the cancer
Now revolations say the world gon' end, but the world ain't over yet
And it's up to us to move on, but in our hearts we'll never forget

Chorus

[c-murder]
They say god created man, and put man on this earth
And then came woman from there, and from there, there was birth
And ever since eve gave adam the apple, the bible's like the spell
And introduced mankind, not only to heaven, but a place called hell
Even though we try to repent, it's too many gangstas taking us down
My cousin tried to leave the streets, and now he laying in the ground
And jesus died for our sins, but i wonder if he wasted his time
Cause it's 1999, and this world is still blind
Now i don't wanna lose my freedom, cause i'm this close to making it big
Now i don't know if i'm a make a difference
But i just wanna be there for my kids
Now that's a hopeless situation, when will it end, i don't know
But lord help cause your children, ain't got no where else to go

Chorus 3x

Put your guns up and show love
To one of the greatest niggas in the game
Tupac shakur
This my one time tribute

You can tell by the hate in my eyes
That i'ma ride 'till the day that i die
(when we ride on my enemies)
I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride, on my enemies

Got some static with some niggas
On the other side of town
And my big brother kev'
Yo, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin' tru niggas
Cause we cool niggas, now we do niggas
And move niggas
Am i wrong? fools makin' songs
Tryin' to sound like us
Must we go on on that herone
In the south i trust
'till i'm out that bus
Then they die when the sun come
Tryin' to bite lightnin' of the sky
How many cry?
Heard the industry was tryin' to finish me
Look bitch, i got your drink
It ain't no motherfuckin' henisey
Then i wastched them playa haters die slow
Eliminate all you bitches on my motherfuckin' stage show
Glanced at my calacos
Time to exterminate my foes
I can't stand you hoes
Remember this as a bitch slap
My lyrics runnin, all you cowards out of gangsta rap
When we ride on my enemies

Chorus:
You can tell by the hate in my eyes
That i'm a soldier 'till the day that i die
(when we ride, when we ride on my enemies)
I bet you motherfuckers die when we ride on my enemies

Come take a journey to the southside
You can play the game, don't explain nigga time to die
Now say goodbye
Watch my eyes when i squeeze the trigger
So right before you die
You cry in front a bigger figure
Now dry your eyes
You was a gangsta when i couldn't get ya
But now i'm free
You got a hundred motherfuckers with ya(hey)
Pay attension, all you carbon copies
You hella slopy
And you mad cause the world jock me
Ya never knock me
How you fake motherfuckers heat it
Like you in hell
Dumb niggas barely breathin' cause you see me livin' well
(hell)
Now you don't really wanna be involved
Cause when i bust
You better trust i'm killin' all of ya'll
Then ball, and tell the witness
Keep they mouth closed
Fuck around and get splanked
By my motherfuckin' tank dogs
Before i go make sure everybody heard
Yo i meant every motherfuckin' word
When we ride on my enemies

Chorus: x5

(overlapping chorus)
Rest in peace tupac shakur
One of the realest, most illest
Made motherfuckin' niggas in the game
Or the rap industry, nigga
Much love
Thank you for that gangsta ass music you gave us nigga
We gonna ride to that shit all the time
Cause, uh, wasn't nobody really fuckin' with ya
Cause they knew one thing
You was gonna ride on 'em
Ride on your motherfuckin' enemies
By any means necessary nigga
Ya heard me?
Retaliation is necessary
No limit, for life
For the realest
Fuck the illest
Peace

(silkk tha shocker)
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo

(silkk tha shocker)
Verse: 1

I use to flip birds, now i just flip words
When cops come to get me,
It's because some shit that they heard
Like i'm out to get dough
Like i'm out to get mo
Hacking like 6 to the 4
Like 6 double 0, like
Four, or either two doors
Money no like c to the e o
Oh i forgot like ju don't know
Like i'm out to get cream
Like fiend i just don't fuck around
Just bust around
Till niggas get the fuck out of town
I wanted the house, so i got the house
I wanted the car, so i got me the car
Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far
I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck
Just walked up and laughed at the cop
Type of nigga to go up in traffic
And start blastin the glock
Rap's still down, c huh, pass me the rocks
I don't be playing it serious
I'm actually looked after he shot
It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets
Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and c
So you got the mightious touch,
For all the records you sold
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold
I'm like a drug dealer,
I hold nothing less than a quarter
This is my last. last year i was just testing the water
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood
Any fool gotta make this much
I just that good

Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
Get money, make money, get money,
Get money, make money, get money, make money

(c-murder)
Verse: 2

Money, money make the world spin like tops
And two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
It's like the movies,
Niggas using uzi's wishing for peace
But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
You reconsidered, cause i'm bitter,
Dumping weapons like litter
After i blast you motherfuckers,
And the niggas that with ya (fool)
A come up is a come up
Haters please don't run up
Or get done up at sun up, cause i never put my gun up (nigga)
Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind
I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind
A bitch gotta floss, and i gotta be the boss
Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks

(fiend)
Verse: 3

Well i'm that whompter, fiendy, want fetachini
Cabbage to the collard greeny
Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies
Wanna cream me, so i had to join his tightest teamy
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd ward bossalinie
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
Walking em skinny, cause i never over-looked a penny
Money talks, my whomps, whomps
The atm, don't play with him,
His money make the dikes wanna lay with him
Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages
Finally, on decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter
C uhh, murder and silkk, they pay us for our trouble
He maded that platinum go double
That's why money talks

???
Chorus

Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches
Sometimes i don't no what to do with these riches
This paper, is just like my misses
All day, fulfilling my wishes
Did ya heard me

We look for money, money never look for us
C-murder, bossalinie of the rap industry
Fiend, mr. whomp whomp, excited prices, deep yacht jones
Silkk tha shocker, vito, da 504 boyz
Take those
No limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???
Ya heard me

[c-murder]
Baby, you can't listen to all that
He say she say stuff going on out there right there you know
I can't explain why they mad at us
Why they don't wanna see me and you happy
You know but uh
You my girl, you my world, you know
We gotta stick together through thick and thin
Don't none of us need to be alone right now baby, you know

As a kid i used to dream of us being together
But as we grew, it broke my heart when you went with another
It didn't last, cause he smashed, didn't wanna love you like me
Just lookin' at your picture, i knew i had to be with ya
And tryin' times wishin' you were mine, many years no play
But up and down relationships would release you comin' my way
Didn't have no money, but i was funny with big dreams of the future
Never competed, always completed and there when you needed
Broken hearted and lonely, you were there like my homie
No time for dates with them bustas because you knew they were phony
All the years that i waited, i guess they all paid off
Cause now you call me your baby, and uh i call you my ladie

Chorus:

Be alone, be alone
I don't wanna be alone, i don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone, i don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone, i don't wanna be alone

[c-murder]
Many haters tried to play us when i made to the top
Tryin' to crush our dreams but it didn't seem to stop
It's like they didn't agree with the happiness we shared
You confused, 'bout to lose all the times we had
Are we victims of a jealous crime or lost in time
No need for livin' unless you given' me the love that's mine
Damn near fightin' in clubs, females testin' your patience
Talkin' marriage and livin' lavish but still pushin' engagement
Up and down, tug-of-war between me and your freedom
No time for shows or who oppose because we really don't need 'em
Conversations of you leavin' home pick up the phone
Cause baby girl let's stay together, cause we don't need to be alone

[chorus repeats while c-murder talks]
Baby boo pick the phone up
It's your baby, i know you hearin' alot of jealousy out there
People comin' at you sideways, tryin' to break us up
I'm not havin' that though, i'm not ready to be alone
I'm ready to be with you so uh
Let's stick to that marriage, let's live lavish, get paid,
Get engaged, and stop fussin' and fightin'
Because an up and down relationship thang, that ain't cool
You know, i know you want me, and i want you
So let's stay tru boo,
And stick together through all that bad weather baby
Cause the world is ours, the world is ours

Intro (talking)
C-murder:
Say magic, slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little
Quarter shop we got on broad, fuck them niggas watchin us bro we
Gotta lay low nigga fuck

Hook
Soulja slim:
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus i'm on parole x2

Soulja slim:
It's twelve in the noon, i'm just wakin' up from a flight
Hicks been knockin' at my door all goddamn night
And my hoe she busted talkin' about she tired of that
Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin'
Cause they run from that smack and that shit i got raw
Dont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart
And the niggas that i get it from supplys the city
They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty
Cause they tryin' to put too much cut on the dope
To make a little ends but the only person scorin' is they friends
They got twenty dollar bags they got ten
But now you going let your boy move all the ends
Now see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin'
They be comin shop be closed and they still be runnin
Makin' my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot
But i got my shit got cause i aint about doin no more time
You got on them bullet proof vests i got on mines
Bullets be flyin, flyin

Hook
Soulja slim:
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus i'm on parole

C-murder:
I'm closin' down shop cause my clientels gettin too big
I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin' my shit
Dope fiends knockin' at my door, they got my spot too hot
These suckas runnin' on my colors on my quarter shop
Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens
Three cars about thirteen boo boo's
I'm just a ghetto superstar
On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's
A young nigga down to do whatever
First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper
Bookoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready
I'm on top never drop pushin keys that rock
But i gotta close shop cause my spots too hot

Hook
Soulja slim:
I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus i'm on parole x2
(magic laughs)
I'm closin down shop...

Magic:
Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth
You aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga
Watch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin' trash
I'm gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin' at your pussy ass
What, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitch
I'm about to jump off in your shit
I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice alive
Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high
Spoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish
If i ever hear you speak these filthy words again
I told you muther fuckers i was comin (what)
I roll with tight muther fuckers, stop runnin'
(laugh, gun cock)
Dont move a fuckin' muscle got no time for no wrestlin'
Got no time for no tustlin'
Shut it down