Lyric That s Me
[C-Murder Talking]
That s(Fol )Me. That s Me.
Ya Dig? That s Me nigga. Check it out.
[Chorus]
You know that nigga that be strutin like a thug
(That s Me)
That nigga mean muggin in them club (That s Me)
You know that nigga, that just don t give a fuck
(That s Me)
And if you playin wit that boy you betta duck (That s Me)
[Hook]
Cause you don t wanna go to war wit me (war wit me)
I bring my dawgs wit me (dawgs wit me)
All my niggas they gon fall wit me (fall wit me)
I m from that CP3
[C-Murder]
It s the 2G plus, and I ma get my shine on
And break it down like B12 and get my grind on
I d never leave you hangin, so gimme dap dawg
I d never play you close because I rap fol
I m from the south, yeah I m strapped, and plus I m slugged up
And keep movin on that green and I get fucked up
I hope you niggas takin notes, so pay attention black
I m the thug of all thugs, now picture that
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder]
This for all my dawgs, out there raisin hell, brah
Stack yo chips, and make yo mail, brah
From Rolodex to Memorex, to sex on the beach
I disinfect niggas like bleach
Wit my .45 auto on my dresser, I betcha
I wet cha, if you try to step to me nigga
Wit that chop, chop, chop, TRU Records on top
Makin CEO ends, in a Benz wit my friends
Sippin Hen , straight up out the bottle my nogga
Six deep, so don t you try to follow my nogga
I fuck wit P, and a rowdy nigga like Silkk too
That s my crew, forever nigga T-R-U
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder]
You see them plaques on the wall, we ball, we did that
The most stuck up, chicks you met, we hit that
C-P-3.Com, beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme
It s Cut Boy time, so let a thug nigga shine
You be like, maybe not C, or maybe so
I m straight up, I say yeah dawg or nigga hell no
What I m gon do when I get outta jail?
My mind on my money, stack chips, and make mail
Uptown, Downtown, West Bound, I found all my rounds
Wit that pound from them Deadly Soundz
That s how I be, what you get, is what you see
Locked down or free, lil daddy, That s Me
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder Talking]
And they told me to stop thuggin . You must be crazy.
That s Me. Ya ll better ask sumbody. This aint no game
boy. TRU Records, Respect us. Forever. Peace Out.
(Computer voice)
C-P-3.Com
That s(Fol )Me. That s Me.
Ya Dig? That s Me nigga. Check it out.
[Chorus]
You know that nigga that be strutin like a thug
(That s Me)
That nigga mean muggin in them club (That s Me)
You know that nigga, that just don t give a fuck
(That s Me)
And if you playin wit that boy you betta duck (That s Me)
[Hook]
Cause you don t wanna go to war wit me (war wit me)
I bring my dawgs wit me (dawgs wit me)
All my niggas they gon fall wit me (fall wit me)
I m from that CP3
[C-Murder]
It s the 2G plus, and I ma get my shine on
And break it down like B12 and get my grind on
I d never leave you hangin, so gimme dap dawg
I d never play you close because I rap fol
I m from the south, yeah I m strapped, and plus I m slugged up
And keep movin on that green and I get fucked up
I hope you niggas takin notes, so pay attention black
I m the thug of all thugs, now picture that
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder]
This for all my dawgs, out there raisin hell, brah
Stack yo chips, and make yo mail, brah
From Rolodex to Memorex, to sex on the beach
I disinfect niggas like bleach
Wit my .45 auto on my dresser, I betcha
I wet cha, if you try to step to me nigga
Wit that chop, chop, chop, TRU Records on top
Makin CEO ends, in a Benz wit my friends
Sippin Hen , straight up out the bottle my nogga
Six deep, so don t you try to follow my nogga
I fuck wit P, and a rowdy nigga like Silkk too
That s my crew, forever nigga T-R-U
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder]
You see them plaques on the wall, we ball, we did that
The most stuck up, chicks you met, we hit that
C-P-3.Com, beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme
It s Cut Boy time, so let a thug nigga shine
You be like, maybe not C, or maybe so
I m straight up, I say yeah dawg or nigga hell no
What I m gon do when I get outta jail?
My mind on my money, stack chips, and make mail
Uptown, Downtown, West Bound, I found all my rounds
Wit that pound from them Deadly Soundz
That s how I be, what you get, is what you see
Locked down or free, lil daddy, That s Me
repeat chorus and hook
[C-Murder Talking]
And they told me to stop thuggin . You must be crazy.
That s Me. Ya ll better ask sumbody. This aint no game
boy. TRU Records, Respect us. Forever. Peace Out.
(Computer voice)
C-P-3.Com
