เนื้อเพลง Unpredictable - Tank

[C-Murder:]
Say twins you know how we go do a f*cking show
Get that b*tch rowdy how crazy they be acting out there
N*ggas can't control theirself be like uh
They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherf*cking back
Ever since I started rapping all my real ass n*ggas come and follow my lead
Got my balls and my word n*gga ask Young Bleed
We come do a show in your motherf*cking city
They call me the baddest cause No Limit act sh*tty
Beats By The Pound make them ignant ass beats
When a n*gga like me bring the sh*t to the streets
Because the ghetto is my home n*gga I'm ghetto raised
I'm Unpredictable ask the n*gga with the braids
My motherf*cking music be jumping out of record stores
N*gga where's your proof motherf*cker check billboards
To all my tank dogs that's bout it
Then throw off your set and get this motherf*cker rowdy

[Chorus:]
We be No Limit n*ggas and we bout it
We come to a club and get the motherf*cker rowdy [x2]

[Kane & Abel:]
6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this b*tch
Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this b*tch
I got the crowd jumping gangstafied sh*t pumping
Tell that b*tch and that hoe I'm trying to do something
I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club
Don't give a f*ck about the popos n*ggas smoke some bud
Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love
I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
TRU n*ggas smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
Kane & Abel kick b*tt knuckle up don't give a f*ck
We bout it and I'm gon' get this motherf*cker rowdy

[Chorus x2]

[Fiend:]
I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud
Ebonic you speaking in the club uh n*gga what
Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it
With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot
I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain't seen nothing wait till I'm full of that sh*t
Take a pull of that sh*t
And you can meet the pieces
My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
Lyrical adhesives making these n*ggas meet Jesus
I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy

[Chorus x3]

[C-Murder: talking]
Yeah another example of that gangsta sh*t
C-Murder in this b*tch Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend
Sh*t just another motherf*cking day another dollar
Get it right cause we bout it peace