I Represent - C-Murder

I got this Tru tatted on me six or seven times for real

But the biggest one is on the back baby ha ha feel me

You know that means

It’s means «Tru Records» nigga hu

Respect dat there

That mean’s you better respect us, will do ya something «blackka»

Third wall I represent represent «C-muder»

Callao I represent I represent «C-murder»

Tru Records I represent represent «C-murder», get outta of here

Milly songs I represent represent

I am deep in the game, I weight more than six feet (for real)

I am straight street ain’t nothing fake about me

From the pen, to the hood to the studio booth

One hundred percent Tru I only speak the truth, my G code is impeccable

I am Capo at this, check my tat

Check out stats

Man respect it, check out gatts it’s still smoking

We in the Lac chocking, when I am hurting I push those ghetto tokens

One thousand four grams, we call them hood chickens

Watch me pluck them feather imbombit nigga, fuck the weather 187 on a slick

Then it’s on (we run this) fuck the House of Blues

Wodee move I anit got nothing to loose

Bop ya head if you a gangster (Bop ya head if you a gangster)

«Murder» shut your mouth if you a wankster (shut ya mouth if you a wankster)

I got an army ass, call my ass Cancer

Because I am killing everything in site close your curtain tights

It’s gonna be a long night

Yeah it’s murder

I spent mills on my legal fees, I prayz on my knees

The D.A.

is like a fucking disease, and right here is the key

And all the dope’s for me, intergation you get Nathan from C

I am thorough, like a through bread they floating like family

They mad cause the Cut Boyz Psycho and trigga happy

Real «REAL» we all real

If something get spilled then they all gonna sqwill we chill

I ain’t no St Saint but I am New Orleans you dig

I don’t fuck with Pork chops cause they taste like pig

And meat balls they for a wig, to bust brains

I got Marlo and mess bussing those Tru Records chains

If your clueless (what) your never have a clue man

My shit a bullet, but my shit started when I am green man

Look at my chain man (what)

Only ten niggas got these, Tru Records I put my life in there hands G

Cut Boyz we here baby, we don’t die we multiply homee

I screaming for Vengeance Murder Mack in the building

Watch your bbbzack, watch your front

Come here and hide with me baby, you know what time it is

I am thuged out to the bone from the bush to the shoes catch me on the news

nigga

Screaming for Vengeances we not what time it is

I am checking you

You can never check me I am a G

CP3 born and bread, BLACKKA one two the head nigga

Nigga I am out close the studio doors