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C Murder Mama How You Figure

, raw uncut Where you at, Los? (It's murda) Mama, how you figure? I'm a nigga destined for pain (You ain't never gonna change) Mama, how you figure?

. looks like the statue of liberty is cryin I guess that mean the whole world is fuckin dyin Chorus I (2x) [c-murder] My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure

respectin the C They be like what up Kid? Like the name was Capri You know the sayin, the sayin is you get what you see They see that I'm paid but they

raap" muthafucka So step behind the lines let me show you how it's done You call yourself a gangsta but you never seen a gun And the shit you call funk

Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep

Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas

what! [Verse 1: Bizarre] Hip hop, that's the way of life (Word?) If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (Grab it!) Let me tell you my story, '

a piece of chrome And I want to you to come and look and see The monster that you've created, look at what you did to me [Z-Ro] They tell me how the

Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep