Eyes of a Killa - Tru



[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



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