Eyes of a killa

Eyes of a killa Lyrics

[C-Murder]
As I wake up and look into the motherf**king 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, b**ch I told ya
With a shot from the Calliop to the Magnolia
Cause it's a known fact that I sell crack
You f**k 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 bullsh*t
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 sh*t 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 motherf**king 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 f**kin quilt
Call bye cause I smell a f**kin murder coming
No limit soldiers bout to have this f**kin 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 motherf**king 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
motherf**kin ass home
You can take me to jail b**ch, but that's dumb
Cause the witness will never make it to the motherf**king 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 motherf**king natural born killa

Chorus x4