Lyric Eyes Of A Killa
[C Murder]
As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror
I realize I m staring into the eyes of a killer
C Murder who I be TRU be my click
My mind s on killing but in the process I m getting rich
As I walk out the crackhouse strapped
With my bulletproof vest cause I can t live with no bullets up in my chest
I m a soldier bitch I told ya
With a shot from the Calliop to the Magnolia
Cause it s a known fact that I sell crack
You fuck with me I ll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track
Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money
But I see popo s in the car and commence to running
This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag
Nigga I ll be a little late but have my cash
Jumped in the caddilac and hit I-10
Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I m 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, don t hate me cause I m getting head while I m smoking weed
And when I m done I ll fix a sandwich and I m 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 I m a drug dealer
But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2
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
I m 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 AK s 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 that s dumb
Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom
I m legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving
I m not 2pac but uh, I ll still be thugging
Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for
Besides my family, that s something I ll kill for
Disrespect my click, and you will feel a
Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa
Chorus x4
As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror
I realize I m staring into the eyes of a killer
C Murder who I be TRU be my click
My mind s on killing but in the process I m getting rich
As I walk out the crackhouse strapped
With my bulletproof vest cause I can t live with no bullets up in my chest
I m a soldier bitch I told ya
With a shot from the Calliop to the Magnolia
Cause it s a known fact that I sell crack
You fuck with me I ll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track
Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money
But I see popo s in the car and commence to running
This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag
Nigga I ll be a little late but have my cash
Jumped in the caddilac and hit I-10
Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I m 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, don t hate me cause I m getting head while I m smoking weed
And when I m done I ll fix a sandwich and I m 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 I m a drug dealer
But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2
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
I m 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 AK s 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 that s dumb
Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom
I m legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving
I m not 2pac but uh, I ll still be thugging
Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for
Besides my family, that s something I ll kill for
Disrespect my click, and you will feel a
Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa
Chorus x4
