Artist: (Shy Glizzy f/) C-Murder Album: Young Jefe 2 (Mixtape) Song: OG Call (Skit) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [C-Murder] Wassup, Glizzy bro? This ya boy C-Murder, bro I'm just checkin in with ya, ya heard me? Cause I fuck with ya, that's how we do it True shit, man You a part of TRU, ya heard me? I'm kinda fucked up in the head though, bro Hearing 'bout these streets out there And how fake shit is, bro Streets suspect right now And you know how I know that? Because them fake niggas that saying they real, and they get caught They come to the fuckin' jail, to the penitentiary And they break They turn on they freinds, they turn on they momma they turn on any mufucker that's on a charge with them If it's ya fall partner, you gonna fall partner You rats You in the streets, you thuggin', you killin' you murderin', you slingin' dope Then when the mufucking shit hit the fan, you rat That's fake, bro I can't respect that, I hate that With a passion, ya heard me? That's what it is I see this world of full of chaos right now, bro It need a leader, it need guidance That's what this TRU shit gonna do And that's what you gonna do And that's what we do, bro I fuck with ya, ya heard me? Ain't no soft niggas around here It's gudda, ain't nothin' change Birdman in the building, T-R-U till they bury me Feel me? Let's make these millions Let's live real Haters die TRU niggas ride That's how we accomplish it