Livin’ Legend

C-Murder & Master P - Rap, USA
Livin’ Legend
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Duration: 2:51
Lyrics
[Intro: 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 that's 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' they lives Silkk, C-Murder, Master P (haha) And all the other real motherfuckin' real ballers out there (freedom) Motherfuckin' rookies to the veterans This is all the real niggas makin' it happen Bitch check it, ya heard me? [Verse 1: C-Murder] Nigga, back in the days 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 muthafuckin' 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 wanna make another mother cry But these niggas, they playin with my fuckin' pride Now why, they wanna put me in this gangsta shit? Cause all I wanna do is sell a million discs [Hook: C-Murder] What? What?, 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 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 [Verse 2: 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 Hennessey and weed We only run with ghetto stars and legends 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 it's all good [Hook: C-Murder] What? What?, 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 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 [Outro: C-Murder] Livin' legend, a livin' legend One who'll raise on top against all obstacles No matter friend or foe And we kick it
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Credits
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- Master P
- C-Murder