[Intro:] It's C-Murder, ya heard me? (Master P in here) (Represent that low Mid-East, wodie!) (thugs) From the unwild to the dead (wa**up God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!) You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex) Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo! [Fat Joe:] Yo what the f** is goin' on black? You ain't never seen no combat These streets here like ?? and we on that Yeah we on that When you see those cats comin' with 100 motherf**ers that'll k** you Better run, and it's the God, Joe Creasy Liftin's so easy Fifth got a clip that'll grip your dome, cheezy, for sheezy Y'all don't wanna see that wodie, I'm from the streets Where the theme is to keep that mother You motherf**ers actin' like you really wanna hold beef Like these bullets I keep can go through your gold teeth Like we ain't those n***as you really wanna be Signin' off, truly yours, C-Murder and Joe C [Chorus: C-Murder] You want beef wardie? (n***as don't want no beef) You talkin' to me wardie? (Shoot 'em right through they gold teeth) You wanna see wardie? (n***as don't wanna see us) I'm from the streets wardie X2 [C-Murder:] See, I was born into the streets I'm ahead of the game, it's like a bad habit Seems like I'm never gon' change See I'm a hustler, that means I'm never gon' get it I even ride, I mean like I get it See I'm a thug n***a dog, I'm fresh off the block Hold up player, you caught me, with a mouth full of rock Ain't sh** changed my n***a Yeah, I'm on MTV, but I'm from the Projects Where ??? You and me, ain't no sunshine when I'm there, I'm there I'm from the streets, my n***as in the hood, they be dyin' Where the key is, won't slow down, lay down I'll have you restin' in pieces Now listen up player, if you really want beef [Chorus] No Limit Yo that's why...