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Lyrics for 'The Truest Shit' by 'C Murder'
Chorus
This Be The Truest Shit I Ever Said
A Nigga Might Wind Up Dead
With Money Comes Bad Times
These Days You Got To Have A Strong Mind
I Grew Up As A Motherfucken Thug
An Outkast Couldn't Do Shit But Slang Drugs
In And Out Of Jail Ain't No Place To Be
I'm Not Short Dog But I Just Want To Be Free
Made A Lot Of Money Do Dirt Pulling Capers
Don't Give A Fuck Who I Hurt
You Wonder Why A Nigga Can't Sleep Man
Because I Got The Blood Of My Dead Brother On My Hand
A True Nigga Can't Rest G
Till These Bitch Ass Get The Fuck From Around Me
You Sweat The Tank But Your Not A Real Soldier
Would You Die For This Shit "no" P I Told Ya
Your True To The Game But Your Ain't True To Me
Nigga Be Yourself You Can't Be Me Or P
My Veins Pump No Limit Blood From Day One Nigga
Ask Big Ed He Put It On His Only Son
Chorus 2x
I Got A Few Niggas Want Me Dead
Anticipating My Death For The Shit I Said
Huh True Soldiers True Niggas
Motherfucking Blood True Love Thugg Figues
Bitch Niggas Be Plotting On Me
Behind Close Doors Niggas Hola When You See Me
P Said If You Going To Get'em
Get'em Shoot First And Make Sure You Hit Em
I Can't Lose Another Tank Dog
One More Dead And Watch No Limit Go Off
Y'all Ain't Ready For War
I Leave Niggas Tripping Off The Shit That They Saw
I Known For Taking Niggas Out In Street Murder One
Muthafucker Check My Rap Sheet
I Thank P For Taking Me Out The Game
Put The Mike In My Hand And Gave Me My Name
Chorus 2x
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