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Picture me


C-Murder Lyrics

 

Picture me by C-Murder


[Featuring Magic]
Intro
Motherf**kers you see a TRU nigga walk on the streets
you step on the side and respect that man
TRU niggas never die we recreate to survive
Picture me a TRU nigga
(real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a TRU nigga
(real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a TRU nigga
(real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a TRU nigga
(real niggas don't die.Cause TRU niggas gon ride.)
Magic:
I been livin my whole life just awaitin this opportunity.
To clock G's and makin you motherf**kers see.
Criminal minded Im leavin you b**ches blinded.
You motherf**kers should kneel when my thoughts start unwinding.
I joined a force to be reckoned with,and we all TRU.
We got political leaders jockin our f**kin crew.
Millionaire mothaf**kas but still we thug niggas.
Catch me flossin in Hilfigers with my TRU niggas.
Coatin b**ches only fantasized in your biggest dreams.
Make em scream like Master P(ungh!)scream for Ice Cream.
Got a nigga like Mr. Magic makin six figures.
It feels good to be a TRU nigga.
Chorus
C-Murder:
Motherf**kers know I mean business,when I walk in the streets.
I keep a picture of my kid,in case a nigga get me.
Affiliated with this army,and TRU be my click.
Tattoes,all up on me,cause I'll die for this sh*t.
My definition of a TRU nigga.I represent it.
Is a soldier ready to ride for No Limit,and win it.
And if I lose another tank dogg,he's always in my memory.
I put you in a song and you become a part of history.
To all my real niggas:dont let the ghetto take you under.
If you travel the streets,make moves,in large numbers.
A couple guns,some extra clips,dont make you bigger.
You need some niggas watchin yo back,you need some TRU niggas.
Chorus
Magic:
You have the right to be paranoid
You standing in front of the Southern's finest.
Bein broke and livin slow is some bullsh*t behind us.
Million dollar dreams of gettin rich.
Smokin my weed and drinking hennesey down by the pitcher.
Ain't no slippin because my click is f**kin airtight.
So playa hater get yo sh*t right.
I annihilate you niggas I think is gonna bother me.
No greater love then bringin myself on my enemies.
So lord forgive me for thinking materialistic.
But societys full of bullsh*t.
I done sold my soul,so you can label me a paid nigga.
It feels good to be a TRU nigga.
Chorus
outro
(Laughing.).Picture me with TRU records
A made nigga.Immortal.Us niggas never die.We multiply
(Laughing).Ima make all you niggas remember me
Y'all niggas feel me?



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