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C - Livin' Legend |
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Master P:
Yo, C I'd like to mourn the dead (Kevin Miller) And acknowledge the livin' Know like they say You can tell a nigga How you feel when they here This is for all those livin stars out there The ghetto legends (real niggas) Niggas thats really doin the hustlin on the corner (love these thug niggas, ya heard me) Know what I'm sayin, makin it happen Niggas in the rap game, changin their lives Silkk, C-Murder, Master P (haha) And all the other real mutherfukin ballers out there (freedom) Motherfukin rookies to the veterans This is all the real niggas makin it happen Bitch check it, ya heard me C-Murder: Nigga back in the day i used to dream about fortune and fame Jump in the game and you expect my life to change I looked up to all the ghetto superstars Shit, I used to trip when they call a female a bitch I'm just another lost soul in the world Destination unknown, Tryin to make it home And Three strikes, a nigga gone All alone in the muthafukin end zone On the football field with my head down I can't see but I'm tryin to make a touchdown Damn, will I ever see the other side I'm this close from doin another drive by Now I don't really want to make another mother cry But these niggas, they playin with my fukin pride Now why, they wanna put me in this gangsta shita Cause all I wanna do is sell a million discs Chorus: Wha wha, I wanna be a livin' legend Will they let me, I wanna be a livin' legend Will they sweat me, get paid like the president Now put my name in the hall of fame (x2) Master P: Say my name What bitches screamin for A little skinny nigga learn to hustle and ball Grew up in the projects Ran with killers and dealers No Limit Soldiers keep in the family, no nigga Don't hate me for planting seeds C-Murder got the gifts I got the hennesey and weed We only run with ghetto stars ??? Like Big Boz, Hot Boyz known for 1-87 2-11, Real niggas made it out the hood Word seven bigger figures And you know its all good Chorus: Wha wha, I wanna be a livin' legend Will they let me, I wanna be a livin' legend Will they sweat me, get paid like the president Now put my name in the hall of fame (x2) C-Murder: Livin' legend, livin' legend One who'll raise on top against all obstacles No matter friend or foe And we kick it, Ugh
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