C‐Murder feat. Fiend & Popeye Betta Watch Me Lyrics

The Truest Shit I Ever Said Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 My Life
  • 3 Skit
  • 4 Stressin'
  • 5 Won't Let Me Out
  • 6 Hustla's Wife
  • 7 Holla @ Me
  • 8 Skit
  • 9 Y'all Heard of Me
  • 10 Betta Watch Me
  • 11 Did U Hold It Down
  • 12 I Heard U Was Lookin' 4 Me
  • 13 Back Up
  • 14 Camouflage & Murder
  • 15 Started Small Time
  • 16 Mama How You Figure
  • 17 Outro

  • Intro: Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake UP
    Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost(Yeah)
    Huh,(Yeah) They spookin'(Yeah)
    It's cool, Fuck the day dog(Yeah)

    Chorus 2x:
    You betta watch me
    Cause I'm doin' bad
    Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
    Now where the goods at
    Playboy give me that
    And if them goods bad
    I'll make ya lean back

    Verse 1(C-Murder):

    See my pockets on E-fall
    I'm really tweekin'
    I can't be sittin' up here hurtin' all weekend
    I keep on fallin' off, at the worse times
    And if I slip, it aint my fault I'm gone reverse mine
    My pain, I'm gone merge mines
    Cause I'm sick wit it
    Now where them balla's at
    I'm lookin' for the big ticket
    10 minutes from losin' it
    1 day from lock up
    The way I'm livin' sooner or lata I'm gone be boxed up
    Nobody trustin' me
    They know I'm commin'
    I hit the block and I swear
    I see them cowards runnin'
    Puttin' they stash up
    Even out they windows
    Now why they trippin'
    I"m the exact opposite of 5-0
    It's called Survival of the Fittest
    I can't help it, cause I'm wit
    And you ain't wit
    I come to get it, Yeah I did it
    I did that
    I can't take that back
    So beat yo feet black
    Oh, y'all gone remember me
    Cause me ain't no joke
    Me do what me does
    Cause ain't no being broke
    I was raised in this
    I ain't ask for this
    I tried changin' my life
    And now it's back to this
    Somebody pray for me
    The Lord is testin' me
    But them people they gone
    Have problems arrestin' me
    Now my lungs hurtin'
    Need that black vest
    Man, I feel like Jackin' one of these Rappers

    (Chorus 2x)

    Verse 2 (Fiend):

    We'll score a team with the Fellon's
    Wher y'all did the Misdameanors
    Niggas my age was pushin' Beamers (Pushin' Beamers)
    Niggas that sprayed was usin' Nina's (Usin' Nina's)
    A-K's and S-K, ya chest cave
    Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water
    Bullet on fire, wreck some money still daughters
    Kill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma(Momma)
    This routine, you pussies start ya new thing
    I'm from the city where everythang crooked
    When the right kind of money, make the judge overlook it
    And I'm skrewed up
    I ain't talkin' Swisha House
    For I learned to tie my shoes up
    I was burnin' dudes up
    My ward verse yo ward, Put them 22's up
    These 26's make ya, Put them 22's up
    This mac 9, it mean I ain't givin' you(Fuck That)
    But bullets in that shiney new truck
    What ya know about fightin for 5 days
    Hangin' niggas upside down
    Commin' at ya sideways(Sideways)
    A crooked H is goin' 67/5
    And I add them 3 quarters
    For the ride plus I'm high

    (Chorus 2x)

    Verse 3(Popeye):

    Thanks to KrysisTRU@aol.com for submitting Betta Watch Me Lyrics.

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