Big Moochie Grape
C-Murder (Interlude)
[Intro: C-Murder]
Up in the penitentiary getting blow
These be the realest words I ever wrote
I ever wrote, against all lives
Up in the penitentiary getting blow, getting blow
These be the realest words I ever spoke, I ever spoke
Real-ass

[Spoken Word: C-Murder]
What's up with y'all, dog?
This your n***a, Murder, man
PRE Records, man, up in Cali', yo, representing, you heard me?
These big three
Shouting out my dog, Big Moochie Grape
Bro, what's happening? Big Mooch', uh
Free my n***a Grape, bruh, for real, free my n***a
I just want to tell my n***a that's here since he locked up
I'm locked up and I've been doing this for a quick lil' minute, you heard me?
I want you to use this time wisely', my n***a, you heard me?
See who for you and see who against you, man, for real
N***as play games, you dig?
Surround your self with other kings, n***a, you a true king, you heard me?
Eye sharp and iron still sharp and still G.O.A.T
Keep your circle real, real small, real small
Nothing but shotta n***as around here
Ones that been tested and ones that been tried, you feel me, dog?
Even though we locked up, bruh, we still gotta provide for our family, for our seed
We still gotta take these penitentiary chances
Kids don't understand that, they gotta eat, yeah, you hear me?
We got similar lifestyles, my n***a
We thugged out to the bone, haha
And nothing don't change, yeah
From the streets to the beans, just the way it is, you heard me?
No such thing as follows, n***a, we true natural born leaders, you heard me? Natural born killers
N***a, we walk around with targets on our back, twenty-four seven, you heard me?
They wanna enslave the family leaders, yeah
Leaders of our community, leaders of our culture
We all strength, yep, they scared of us
A black man with money, yeah, we feel that the most, bruh
And I'm sure you understand that, for real, my n***a
Rest in peace Dolph, rest in peace my n***a Dolph
Stay focused, and keep it one-hundred, keep it one-hundred
Twenty-four motherfucking seven, bruh, straight up, twenty-four motherfucking—, yeah
[Outro: C-Murder]
Free my n***a Grape