Yall Heard of Us - Lil Soulja Slim, C-Murder

Now all ya’ll didn’t heard of me

Now I’m C-Murder

I dine things y’all ain’t never heard of

Now I’m a fool boy, you call me a fool it’s on

I’m willing to die for mine, I’m willing to die for mine

Y’all wanna mess with this hot boy

Test me with that top, you get stop boy

On the spot, money busting out my socks boy

It’s hot and now these cops on my jock boy

I breaks bread with these baseheads

I show some love until they slip and trip son

It’s bigger than thugs

Wanna label me a triller

Still don’t push me

Life is hard

I’m tryna fill my own graveyard, the 3rd ward volunteers

Told me be cool, you know Imma fool

Messing with real niggas can get your head bust

Me and my homie we about that papers

Is money we after

Straight money makers

Hood boys can never be no fakers

I spit that gangsta rap forget that hip-hop

I bought them gangsta ass beats that make your head bop

Then make that iron cock and then show stops

Cause it’s money page 7

Cause I don’t give a

But they all heard me

If you don’t know me

Ask somebody, you know

And I bet they know

This lil hustler quick to draw down

And split ya or cut ya throat

This lil hustler quick to handle his business

And quick to creep

This lil hustler ain’t bout coppin

No play or squashing no beef

This lil hustler keep a 40 up on him with an extension

This lil hustler will steal you even when ya paying attention

I’m a uptown gangsta, VL gone

When I die bury me with ya bows and T-shirt on

I’m a fool like that

I be walking through the hood

With all my jewelry on

Hustlers wonder how I do it

I’m real, that’s how I could

It gets no realer

I got killas on my team

Just waiting for me to send them

I was raised with gorillas and gangsters

Killers and thugs

That’s for hater

They will touch you up

These choppers sending niggas all true to the game

You hear C or BG

You gotta know them names

Know all ya’ll didn’t heard of me

I’m B Jizzle

I don’t think you fake boys scared though

I smacked bitches, shot niggas

Sold coke, caught cases

I’ve done it all

I ain’t reppin

I don’t stunt it all

Throw your hands up

Free C- Murder, Callio

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