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Verse One: C-Bo |
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I was born in hell without a pistol |
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Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and |
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4-5? |
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Runnin from the Task Fo' but smashin for my cash |
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Bankin corners, hop it then I blast on their ass |
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See them piggies want me dead for sure or in the pen |
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Doin 10, instead of me in my Benz on some twins |
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Sippin Hen, smokin indica bomb |
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And keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone |
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I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real and |
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Feel this rap shit? |
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Didn't make me, got out the pen and flip the '97 |
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Drop Mercedes, I'm the *?placenta?*of no love |
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Til the lord save me, straight thugs that'll dump slugs |
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Til they ****in grave, mass murder mother****ers to the |
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Front page |
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When we hit, we empty clips til we get paid |
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I've been a slave from my cradle to the grave |
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Nigga, ****the world, I was raised in hell |
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Chorus: C-Bo |
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That's why we buck ****down and yell "****the world!" |
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I'd rather die here in hell then die doin life in jail |
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But take the shot with a Mac 12, order hits on the *? |
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Pack tailed?* |
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>From the block to Wotts, we are thug niggas raised in |
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Hell |
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*repeat* |
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Verse Two: Big Syke |
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I'm bailin thru the set wit a 40, smokin a cigarette |
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Blastin my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvalettes |
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Gangbangin vets on parole as I stroll thru |
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They rassle Gz like two craps and they strapped too |
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Oh how I love these niggas but I hate em with a passion |
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But I ride for these mother****ers, when I don't even |
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Ask |
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Thug fashion from head to toe, I let the world know |
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That this is Thug Life, mother****er, til I leave this |
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Ho |
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So as my knuckles drag the concrete, big homies hit the |
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Streets |
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Transgressions under pressure, preyin on the weak |
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I sink like a fish, I wish upon a ghetto star |
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If the enemies come thru and ride on me they won't get |
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Far |
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Big homey got out, hold 22's on a hang |
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Runnin around, sweatin mother****ers, talkin bout |
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"Let's throw them thangs" |
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Bang, I hit him with a bat and heard his skull crack |
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Then I got *?him the wind in the trach?*til he |
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Shattered, to get the Mac |
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Verse Three: C-Bo |
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It ain't no love for *****niggas |
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As I dump slugs and pull the plug on you *****niggas |
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Pick up my phone and have some thugs hit you trick |
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Niggas |
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Wit on gloves or low tommy guns on them stitch niggas |
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Hit niggas with H-K's, split niggas with AK's when we |
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Mash for the cash |
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Doin a hundred, blastin buck shots off in that ass |
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True outlaws ready for war, souls will never die |
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The same day we meet death, the same day we ride |
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Dumpin slugs with Tek 9's, more bulletproofs my 4-5 |
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I just let em fly, screamin out "*****nigga die" |
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We's about be a killer nigga, look outside |
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Tell me one reason why I should pray for eternal life |
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Born and taught in hell, with a gun store on every |
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Corner |
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Bodyguard, bulletproof doors, it's hard to be a goner |
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Strapped with heat, these West Coast streets of |
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Killafornia |
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From day one, they have straps on em, cos we was raised |
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In hell |
