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SINGER: C-Murder
SONG:Battle Cry
Yo, yo, yo keep it gangsta fo' real my niggaz yo, yo, yo me and my homies were chillin' on da street shootin' and killin' e'ry wanderin' nigga we see we was smokin' blunts on da east side, playa just trippin' and pimpin' we'z rides cuz dats how we do gettin' booty is numba one priority numba two priority is keepin' in style we gots new threads and spinnin' rims we bump on dem 40s rollin' tru da hood if we don't, we ain't cool but a niggaz got to keep up wif da "in" crowd if we don't we isn't shit gotsta bling bling or we aint getting pussing yeah, we make up words just to rhyme, nigga we's not talented, shit we don't even play instruments we only rhyme words which don't even rhyme half da time but i did just then, howdya like dat? we puts dems words to a fake computa beat and then we let the cash roooollllllll in hell yeah nigga, it's dat easy dat's how you get da money, hoes, cars, and cloze as long as you is black, got da rhymes, and a computa you can be rich and famous fake white girls will wish they was black just like you too bad they gots no life all they do is rely on popularity, looks, or money cuz we know they ain't smart or talented or even likable just like us, but theys are da ones keepin' us rich, stupid bitches yo, yo, yo hell yeah nigga, dat's da gangsta battle cry c-murder style
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