Nl Iggaz Lyrics - C-murder

Artist: C-Murder f/ Afficial 

Album: Trapped in Crime 

Song: NL Iggaz 

[C-Murder talking] 

What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka 

nigga talkin' bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you 

gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what's happn' No Limit forever 

lil' daddy it's cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out 

[C-Murder] 

Nigga nigga I'mma rider never gave a fuck about the other side 

Me & my niggas we love to get high 

An break the rules 

Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped 

I only give my real niggas dap 

Me & my click is so close it's fucked up 

My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up 

An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro 

These niggas bout to straight get plucked 

I'mma millionaire 

These ghetto niggas put me there 

Showed me love 

Nigga pass the dub 

It's a TRU thang 

Respect it like your last name 

Or get touched boy 

I don't give a fuck boy 

C-Murder:(Chorus) 

No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas 

TRU niggas on a mission muggin' in club niggas 

No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas 

TRU niggas on a mission don't give a fuck nigga 

[Reapeat] 

[Afficial group member #1] 

Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car 

Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars 

I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood 

Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge 

Fuck it I'll do the sentence lift weights & read books 

Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books 

Only understand crooks ya'll niggas is suckers 

I'm in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us 

I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself 

So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth 

Nine outta ten niggas is haters I'm the other one 

Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds 

[Afficial group member #2] 

Uh hu I bet ya'll love the way I flips em' out 

Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out 

I done took it where ya'll can't go now how bout that 

I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats 

An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough 

An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough 

What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats 

That's why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac's 

Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways 

Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday's 

Chorus(4X)