C Miller (born Corey Miller on March 9, 1971) is an American rap artist from the infamous Calliope Projects in New Orleans, Louisiana. Prior to April 5, 2005, he used the stage name C-Murder. He is one of many rappers who rose to fame in the mid-to-late 1990s releasing records through his brother Master P's label, No Limit Records. He is a member of the group TRU. In early 2002, Corey Miller was arrested and charged with killing 16-year-old Steve Thomas with a single gunshot to the chest during a dispute in Harvey, Louisiana, outside now-defunct nightspot "Platinum Club." On October 1, 2003, Miller was found guilty of second-degree murder, which carries a mandatory life sentence.
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C-murder

[chorus]
Too much noise in my ears to think
And not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
Im goin in the pussy and I hope I dont stank
Im suffocatin in you baby, Im startin to sank
[krazy]
I need some hennessey with my weed so I can get high
Man feel this shit Im sayin to you nigga, this aint no lie
To much motherfuckin noise in my ears to write a verse,
Now give me the weed to hit so I can break this curse
This world got me stressed out, thats why Im always in the bottle,
I hit the hen, that shit aint worth my motherfuckin problem
Haters hate to see a nigga come up
So if see my enemy, Im gonna through my gun up
These hoes need to understand dick aint bout no game,
Thats why I only fuck with bitches who got a man
Cause pussy bad for you, have a nigga dying in lust
Cant get enough of them guts, thats why they fucked up and out of luck
(chorus)
[master p]
Seee, soldiers is some niggas you dont wanna try
Run up on the tank, and get touched, then we ride
I got blood on my hands and I loved to get my dick wet
And I think about the pussy, now blood only coats that
Bitches think Im nasty cause I love to get my dick sucked,
Two gaurds to the head,before I fuckin rip them guts up
Now look at that beem on your shirt, its probably red,
And you know I get off, just to know that you dead
I got problems on my mind and I probably cant solve em
But you know how I get em off, wit 38s that revolve
Never bite the hand that feeds me, now thats game to the rollers,
And I know yall niggas mad, cause snoop dogg is a soldier
(chorus)
[c-murder]
Im feelin kind of good my nigga, and smokin ounces of weed,
And plus Im drinking, and got two bad bitches with me
Is it the pussy that Im gettin thats got my feelin so high,
Dont ask me why, gettin blounted is my number one job
Is it the ice on my motherfuckin wrist?
Thats got these dog ass hoes acting like bitches
Or mabye its the 50 gs I spend up on my teeth,
Or the fact that no other nigga can rap like me
Its too much noise in my ears to think
And not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
Im goin in the pussy and I hope I dont stank
Im suffocatin in you baby, Im startin to sank
Its too much noise in my ears to think
And not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
Im goin in the pussy and I hope I dont stank
Im suffocatin in you baby, Im startin to sank