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Artist:C-murder
Taken from the album Life Or Death (explicit) by C-murder
Album:Life Or Death (explicit)
Track:Picture Me
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:325
 
Lyrics:Intro
Motherfuckers,you see a tru nigga walk on the streets
You step on the side and
respect that man
Tru niggas never die we recreate to survive

Picture me a tru
nigga
(real niggas don't die.cause tru niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a tru nigga
(real
niggas don't die.cause tru niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a tru nigga
(real niggas don't
die.cause tru niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a tru nigga
(real niggas don't die.cause tru
niggas gon ride.)

Magic:
I been livin my whole life just awaitin this
opportunity.
To clock g's and makin you motherfuckers see.
Criminal minded im leavin you
bitches blinded.
You motherfuckers should kneel when my thoughts start unwinding.
I joined
a force to be reckoned with,and we all tru.
We got political leaders jockin our fuckin
crew.
Millionaire mothafuckas but still we thug niggas.
Catch me flossin in hilfigers with
my tru niggas.
Coatin bitches only fantasized in your biggest dreams.
Make em scream like
master p(ungh!)scream for ice cream.
Got a nigga like mr. magic makin six figures.
It
feels good to be a tru nigga.

Chorus

C-murder:
Motherfuckers know i mean
business,when i walk in the streets.
I keep a picture of my kid,in case a nigga get me.

Affiliated with this army,and tru be my click.
Tattoes,all up on me,cause i'll die for this
shit.
My definition of a tru nigga.i represent it.
Is a soldier ready to ride for no
limit,and win it.
And if i lose another tank dogg,he's always in my memory.
I put you in a
song and you become a part of history.
To all my real niggas:dont let the ghetto take you
under.
If you travel the streets,make moves,in large numbers.
A couple guns,some extra
clips,dont make you bigger.
You need some niggas watchin yo back,you need some tru niggas.


Chorus

Magic:
You have the right to be paranoid
You standing in front of
the southern's finest.
Bein broke and livin slow is some bullshit behind us.
Million
dollar dreams of gettin rich.
Smokin my weed and drinking hennesey down by the pitcher.

Ain't no slippin because my click is fuckin airtight.
So playa hater get yo shit right.
I
annihilate you niggas i think is gonna bother me.
No greater love then bringin myself on my
enemies.
So lord forgive me for thinking materialistic.
But societys full of
bullshit.
I done sold my soul,so you can label me a paid nigga.
It feels good to be a tru
nigga.

Chorus

Outro
(laughing.).picture me with tru records
A made
nigga.immortal.us niggas never die.we multiply
(laughing).ima make all you niggas remember
me
Y'all niggas feel me?
 
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