C-Murder, B.G. - Y'all Heard of Me lyrics
B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[C-Murder, B.G. - Y'all Heard of Me lyrics]
Tru Records chopper City (Chop Chop)
C-Murder BG bout' to do this
Thing ya'll heard us
Straight gutter ya' know? New Orleans ha ha
Now all y'all done heard of me
Now I'm C-Murder
I done things y'all ain't never heard of
Now I'm a fool boy, call me a fool it's on
I'm willing to die for mine
I'm willing to die for mine
Now all y'all done heard of me i'm B gizzle
I've done things you bitch niggas scared of
I smacked bitches, shot niggas
Sold coke, caught cases, I've done it all
I ain't talking I don't stunt at all
You don't wanna mess with that Glock, boy
Test me with that Glock you get popped, boy
On the spot money bustin' out my socks, boy
It's hot and now these cops on my jock, boy
I breaks bread with these baseheads
I show them love until they
Slip and I trip son
And speakin of drugs they wanna
Label me a killer
So don't push me life is hard
I'm trying to fill my own
Graveyard the 3rd Ward
A menace to society, like I'm a threat
Y'all ain't met the real C yet I'mma rep
Ask Bumby
Wayne and Rich about me it's realer than real
I was josin' when Slim got killed
You know how I feels
It's a shame the reaper came
Who should I blame
Mytaius told me to be cool
You know I'm a fool
Messing with you gorillaz will
Get your head bust
Me and my homies we about that paper
It's money we after, straight money makers
Cut boyz could never be no fakers
I spit that gangsta rap I kick that Hip-Hop
I bought them gangsta-ass beats that
Make your head bop
Then make that iron cock and
Then that show stops
Cause it's murda murda murda murda
The 187 cause I don't give a
But they don't heard me though
If you don't know me ask somebody you
Know and I bet they know
This lil nigga quick to draw down and
Split ya or cut ya throat
This lil nigga quick to handle his
Business and quick to creep
This lil nigga ain't bout coppin no
Plea or squashin no beef
This lil nigga keep a 40 up
On him wit an extension
This lil nigga will steal ya
Even when ya payin attention
I'mma uptown gangsta, VL gone
When I die bury me wit
Girbauds and a t-shirt on
I'm a fool like that I
Be walkin' through the hood
With all my jewelry on
Bitch niggas wonder how I do it
I'm real, that's how I could
It gets no realer
I got killas like jarnel just waitin
For me to spend 'em
I was raised with gorillas and gangsters
Killers and thugs straight hustlers
That'll touch you up
These choppers sendin niggas all
True to the game
You hear C or BG and ya gotta know them names
BG where you at?
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Free C-Murder! Callio, throw your hands up!
Stomp for me jump for me
Buck for me stomp for me
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Free C-Murder! Callio, throw your hands up!
Aha the NO, VL, CP3, for the Nolia
You know? TRU
C-Murder BG bout' to do this
Thing ya'll heard us
Straight gutter ya' know? New Orleans ha ha
Now all y'all done heard of me
Now I'm C-Murder
I done things y'all ain't never heard of
Now I'm a fool boy, call me a fool it's on
I'm willing to die for mine
I'm willing to die for mine
Now all y'all done heard of me i'm B gizzle
I've done things you bitch niggas scared of
I smacked bitches, shot niggas
Sold coke, caught cases, I've done it all
I ain't talking I don't stunt at all
You don't wanna mess with that Glock, boy
Test me with that Glock you get popped, boy
On the spot money bustin' out my socks, boy
It's hot and now these cops on my jock, boy
I breaks bread with these baseheads
I show them love until they
Slip and I trip son
And speakin of drugs they wanna
Label me a killer
So don't push me life is hard
I'm trying to fill my own
Graveyard the 3rd Ward
A menace to society, like I'm a threat
Y'all ain't met the real C yet I'mma rep
Ask Bumby
Wayne and Rich about me it's realer than real
I was josin' when Slim got killed
You know how I feels
It's a shame the reaper came
Who should I blame
Mytaius told me to be cool
You know I'm a fool
Messing with you gorillaz will
Get your head bust
Me and my homies we about that paper
It's money we after, straight money makers
Cut boyz could never be no fakers
I spit that gangsta rap I kick that Hip-Hop
I bought them gangsta-ass beats that
Make your head bop
Then make that iron cock and
Then that show stops
Cause it's murda murda murda murda
The 187 cause I don't give a
But they don't heard me though
If you don't know me ask somebody you
Know and I bet they know
This lil nigga quick to draw down and
Split ya or cut ya throat
This lil nigga quick to handle his
Business and quick to creep
This lil nigga ain't bout coppin no
Plea or squashin no beef
This lil nigga keep a 40 up
On him wit an extension
This lil nigga will steal ya
Even when ya payin attention
I'mma uptown gangsta, VL gone
When I die bury me wit
Girbauds and a t-shirt on
I'm a fool like that I
Be walkin' through the hood
With all my jewelry on
Bitch niggas wonder how I do it
I'm real, that's how I could
It gets no realer
I got killas like jarnel just waitin
For me to spend 'em
I was raised with gorillas and gangsters
Killers and thugs straight hustlers
That'll touch you up
These choppers sendin niggas all
True to the game
You hear C or BG and ya gotta know them names
BG where you at?
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Free C-Murder! Callio, throw your hands up!
Stomp for me jump for me
Buck for me stomp for me
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up! (Throw your hands up)
Free C-Murder! Callio, throw your hands up!
Aha the NO, VL, CP3, for the Nolia
You know? TRU