Artist: C-Murder f/ Afficial   Album: Trapped in Crime   Song: NL Iggaz      [C-Murder talking]   What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka   nigga talkin' bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you   gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what's happn' No Limit forever   lil' daddy it's cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out      [C-Murder]   Nigga nigga I'mma rider never gave a fuck about the other side   Me & my niggas we love to get high   An break the rules   Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped   I only give my real niggas dap   Me & my click is so close it's fucked up   My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up   An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro   These niggas bout to straight get plucked   I'mma millionaire   These ghetto niggas put me there   Showed me love   Nigga pass the dub   It's a TRU thang   Respect it like your last name   Or get touched boy   I don't give a fuck boy      C-Murder:(Chorus)   No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas   TRU niggas on a mission muggin' in club niggas   No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas   TRU niggas on a mission don't give a fuck nigga   [Reapeat]      [Afficial group member #1]   Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car   Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars   I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood   Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge   Fuck it I'll do the sentence lift weights & read books   Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books   Only understand crooks ya'll niggas is suckers   I'm in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us   I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself   So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth   Nine outta ten niggas is haters I'm the other one   Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds      [Afficial group member #2]   Uh hu I bet ya'll love the way I flips em' out   Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out   I done took it where ya'll can't go now how bout that   I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats   An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough   An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough   What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats   That's why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac's   Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways   Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday's      Chorus(4X)