Betta Watch Me Lyrics

C-murder - Betta Watch Me Lyrics

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Betta Watch Me Lyrics

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, F**k 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(F**k 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):