I Heard U Was Lookin' 4 Me - C-Murder, Capone

It’s your boy C, from the CP3

Forever true 'til I’m dead (Do ya still love me?)

Lookin for it, Check this out, ya know

I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go

I told my niggas you was lookin' for me, well there they go

It was once upon a time in the projects show

We bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo

Felonious capers (Riders), Straight money makers

We jaggers, we bag 'em like the Green Bay Packers

24−7, all night, like 7−11

And when I die I don’t know if I’ll ever see heaven

Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners

And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners

I’m on the block now, throw 'em up for your dog

I was born in the 3rd Ward, ruthless and hard

And cut through, like the CT committee

I ain’t tryin to bounce, I’m tryin to flip a ounce and ball in my city

So player, get your shine on, get your shine on

All day long playboy, get your grind on

Now will you come to die tonight?

But it’s my life or your life and I’m a fool with that knife

Straight from the cell blocks, behind the cell bars

It ain’t easy being me — I’m a cutboy

Capone and 'Tez, that’s my niggas ya dig

We be thuggin, we be wildin, in these villas ya dig

Cause we the realest ya dig, ain’t no half steppin here

I’m caught up now, but next year is my year

2002 — C-Murder died, your leader came alive

2005 — he saved, now I’m back from the grave

Wildin out in the cellblocks is the project lil wodie

And I ain’t bothering nobody less you owe me

I heard that you was lookin for me, well here I go

Posted up on the block with a block of that snow

Chillin wit Carnell off in the Nol

Run up and you’ll get smoked, just to let you know that Montez ain’t a ho

I’m from Atlanta where them haters get handled

We’ll dismantle the handle, with gliss that curves to the front like bandanas

But for them small problems I keep revolvers

.38 snug nose, my problem solver

Knock a nigga, hit up off him

And toss him off in the ditch like the bitch that he is

If his partners try to find me, well they get the same shit

Cause I’m a motherfuckin fool with my hand on my tool

I knock a nigga out his shoes, that’s how I pay my dues

And if you choose to oppose my crew

We’ll bruise, your whole lil crew screamin out T-R-U

Cause we don’t give a motherfuck, nigga

C told me that you lookin for me, here I go, wasup nigga?

There they go

QB

Yo listen man, QB, CP3

Tru game baby

Yeah, I, I, I, I, I

I heard that they was lookin for me (Know I keep guns)

With hoods in the kitchen cookin for me (Teach you to spend one)

I got the call from the murder man (Wodie whats happ’nin?)

I got the drop, I could murder fam (It's nothin' to clap em)

Just give me the word, I’ll send him a bird

To put 10 in him and finish him, it’s business ya heard

See we flossin on another level, bossin on another level

Rose gold chain, rainbow rocks is the color bezel

Wodie, if they lookin I ain’t hard to find

I stick out like a sore thumb with all this shine

I gotta killa mentaility with a ballers grind

I’ll get you clipped long distance with a cordless nine

Send a kite to the Callio and every crack server

Who lettin that automatic blow, we freeing C-Murder — bitch!

(Spoken)

Yeah, this how we gon' do it baby

Boss recognize boss baby