[00:11.79]Verse One: C-Bo
[00:24.63]I was born in hell without a pistol
[00:26.91]Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and
[00:29.70]4-5?
[00:30.18]Runnin from the Task Fo' but smashin for my cash
[00:33.24]Bankin corners, hop it then I blast on their ass
[00:35.46]See them piggies want me dead for sure or in the pen
[00:38.46]Doin 10, instead of me in my Benz on some twins
[00:41.22]Sippin Hen, smokin indica bomb
[00:43.11]And keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone
[00:45.87]I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real and
[00:48.39]Feel this rap shit?
[00:49.35]Didn't make me, got out the pen and flip the '97
[00:52.08]Drop Mercedes, I'm the *?placenta?*of no love
[00:54.45]Til the lord save me, straight thugs that'll dump slugs
[00:57.18]Til they ****in grave, mass murder mother****ers to the
[01:00.18]Front page
[01:01.05]When we hit, we empty clips til we get paid
[01:03.75]I've been a slave from my cradle to the grave
[01:06.27]Nigga, ****the world, I was raised in hell
[01:08.28]Chorus: C-Bo
[01:08.61]That's why we buck ****down and yell "****the world!"
[01:10.62]I'd rather die here in hell then die doin life in jail
[01:13.29]But take the shot with a Mac 12, order hits on the *?
[01:15.54]Pack tailed?*
[01:16.20]>From the block to Wotts, we are thug niggas raised in
[01:20.31]Hell
[01:22.20]*repeat*
[01:22.95]Verse Two: Big Syke
[01:28.71]I'm bailin thru the set wit a 40, smokin a cigarette
[01:32.97]Blastin my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvalettes
[01:35.91]Gangbangin vets on parole as I stroll thru
[01:38.37]They rassle Gz like two craps and they strapped too
[01:41.07]Oh how I love these niggas but I hate em with a passion
[01:43.35]But I ride for these mother****ers, when I don't even
[01:45.75]Ask
[01:46.02]Thug fashion from head to toe, I let the world know
[01:49.20]That this is Thug Life, mother****er, til I leave this
[01:51.36]Ho
[01:51.81]So as my knuckles drag the concrete, big homies hit the
[01:54.12]Streets
[01:54.75]Transgressions under pressure, preyin on the weak
[01:57.27]I sink like a fish, I wish upon a ghetto star
[01:59.79]If the enemies come thru and ride on me they won't get
[02:01.83]Far
[02:02.34]Big homey got out, hold 22's on a hang
[02:05.46]Runnin around, sweatin mother****ers, talkin bout
[02:07.23]"Let's throw them thangs"
[02:08.34]Bang, I hit him with a bat and heard his skull crack
[02:10.68]Then I got *?him the wind in the trach?*til he
[02:24.54]Shattered, to get the Mac
[02:31.38]Verse Three: C-Bo
[02:34.68]It ain't no love for *****niggas
[02:36.60]As I dump slugs and pull the plug on you *****niggas
[02:39.30]Pick up my phone and have some thugs hit you trick
[02:41.94]Niggas
[02:42.03]Wit on gloves or low tommy guns on them stitch niggas
[02:44.76]Hit niggas with H-K's, split niggas with AK's when we
[02:47.34]Mash for the cash
[02:48.42]Doin a hundred, blastin buck shots off in that ass
[02:50.52]True outlaws ready for war, souls will never die
[02:53.22]The same day we meet death, the same day we ride
[02:56.10]Dumpin slugs with Tek 9's, more bulletproofs my 4-5
[02:59.07]I just let em fly, screamin out "*****nigga die"
[03:01.86]We's about be a killer nigga, look outside
[03:04.56]Tell me one reason why I should pray for eternal life
[03:07.29]Born and taught in hell, with a gun store on every
[03:09.66]Corner
[03:09.99]Bodyguard, bulletproof doors, it's hard to be a goner
[03:12.66]Strapped with heat, these West Coast streets of
[03:15.24]Killafornia
[03:15.39]From day one, they have straps on em, cos we was raised
[03:39.81]In hell