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C-MURDER lyrics : "What You Bout"

(feat. Mystikal)

[M] You mother$#&@ing well right.

[C] What's happ'. Mother$#&@ing well right
[M] BUCK! BUCK! Here I go boy. 504 still up in this !#$*!
[C] ^!$$%, TRU Records in this (*##$ ya dig

It's a No Limit thang boy.
[M] ^!$$%, if you aint bout that mother$#&@ing drama
and all that other crazy $$# %#@!, get the $#&@ out the club ^!$$%

[C] Ke'noe
[M] Ya heard me


Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder)
What you bout boy (What you bout boy)
Thugged out boy (Thugged out boy)

From the South boy (From the South boy)
Shut ya mouth boy (Shut ya mouth boy)


[Mystikal]
Yeah
Kept telling a mother$#&@er they aint gon' feel us, see us, hear us

These ^!$$%s from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas
Ya'll ^!$$%s tryna keep up with the man
ya'll mother$#&@ers need to keep up with the time

$#&@ all that other %#@!, come up with the beat
I'ma come up with the rhyme
The dome splitter, natural born zone ripper

Hold my own ^!$$%, big tyme pistol gripper
I told ya $$#, you can't say my name with a dick in yo mouth
It done happened already, you know I'm coming to $#&@ up the crowd

Any how, got ya hands down might as well have yo pants down
Bout this Bout it Bout it, so ^!$$% don't !#@* AROUND
The man hot, stand out

Got the whole clout, represent the whole South

Chorus


[C-Murder]
What you bout, I'm bout that drama, step to me and let's handle it

A ^!$$% out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of Louisiana
The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm representing
TRU ^!$$%s on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit

Deadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters
And I bring them lyrics that'll have them killers fighting like mosquitos
Break bread with killers and hang with thugs,

^!$$% went to jail for slangin drugs
Now I'm free, just me and the streets
aint $#&@ing with a ^!$$% if he aint $#&@ing with me

But if it go down, I'm ready to ride, I aint scared, I'm ready to die
^!$$% be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry
Don't play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy

$#&@ing with No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy

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