C-murder - What You Looking At lyrics

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C-murder - What You Looking At lyrics

[Intro:] What you looking at n***a? Got it on my mind [2] What you looking at n***a? This ain't the time What you looking at n***a? What's up rollie? [Verse 1:] Boy I see you with your fake rollie But you trying to get your face fold in, I stay hold in You deep, I don't need a clique surrounding me Out of bounds, I let the haters spit, believe me...sh** Am digging into the graveyard, you love me You love me now, my f**ing haters Oh praise God he made me with a big heart and big nuts n***a what? See I don't give a f** Give it up, for what? I'm the dope man c**aine, and the safe under the floor man Nobody know man, I'm tired of these whack gigs We jack fools, criticize how I will smack you They mobilize, I never die, you never whack trooper My tattoos for the bullets spitting at you And am mad, hold up boys See you ain't ready for me See I am demon, screaming, ain't no heaven for me [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I hear the whispers of p**y n***as and silly b**hes Their conversation don't hold weight Promise me partners these n***as they speak my name in pain We ain't things forever may they remain in pain To live in silence is asking much, from the street talk You drop a mile like roller coasters and see-saws Rolling dices like, but I ain't one to gamble Until it's time for retaliation and lighting candles I just started in these streets trying to buy me weed Please believe me that there's a (Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear) n***a trap you, what's up right beside you Keep it quiet and n***as end up sleep in silence Can't nothing stop the black boys,we go hard Hey, your people kissing pictures saying oh lord Lakewood n***a (Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear) When we beat this sh** out if n***as we'll drop this on you [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I don't want to you looking at me keep your eyes closed Big pistol whipping in the temple, leave it mind whole Looking at me wrong, get you in a six A hundred n***a real quick ain't no fake sh** Mind flow, creep up in your condo Tie your baby mamma up, put her in a blindfold Don't want her looking at me, what you looking at? Got her looking at me looking at me Got everybody looking at you Plus I'm trigger happy, especially when a p**y n***a looking at me wrong b**h, cut four seven more sh**, seven more b**h b**h f** around we could spoil you f** them other n***as crooked hard b**h We are you from front to back n***a, they know that not to f** with that n***a I came up in the trap n***a with a lot of trap n***as That's why my money long and I got a gat n***a [Chorus] [Verse 4:] Ahhh what's happenin n***a, I'm from 37 that's why I have a new n***a You better hope and pray that I don't get mad at you n***a Because my gages, they got bullets, they go blast on you n***a Act fast C-Murder, we ain't never heard of you I be with robbers and them k**ers that's for certain You can't hang with the boss and ain't working Trying to b**h with us, it's all murder Big Glock 40 and getting naughty Rap n***as p**y it's a lingerie party I'm going to hit you in the damn you're so horny I make the rollie hug my wrist, not too many young n***as thug like this Streets say they love this sh**, ain't no n***a come up through the hood like this [Chorus] [Verse 5:] Whatever happened to how we played it back in the game When it was hood, the streets ain't clacking the same This f**ed up, my so-called Gees back in the lane I remember right, 4D jack in the lane The hustle was tight, the snitching took slack in the game Fears a few pictures put a crack in the frame sh** went f**, get whopped, back in the flame Just hustle a equation for a sack in the day n***a forget about your homie when you cup that hack in your hand Everything was everything before we tracking the fame Soon as we start tracking the fame go to homie Blind by then hating fake villains The case solve, spilling his waste on To n***as we both f**, which is crazy how once gangster get on some thug sh** am, stuck with The same old uptown mind-set, came off the poof now that it's uptown grindage [Chorus]

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