Til My Casket Drops Lyrics
| Song | Til My Casket Drops |
| Artist | C-BO |
| Album | Til My Casket Drops |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : C BO | |
| Mo' murder, mo' murder | |
| A body fulla tack 2's, battlescars from bullet wounds | |
| New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues | |
| Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of | |
| '**** the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move | |
| You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers | |
| Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas | |
| Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes | |
| I be the last man standin when the smoke dies | |
| This world's infested with haters, wannabe players | |
| Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major | |
| No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs | |
| If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids | |
| But what you thought makes the world go round | |
| I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds | |
| Push a 600 rag drop E-12 | |
| Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money | |
| Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons | |
| Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us | |
| With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops | |
| [repeat] | |
| Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac | |
| But I don't give a **** I'm a ride til my casket drop | |
| It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly | |
| Pumpin slugs into you mother****in pig's belly | |
| I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin | |
| Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, I'ma risk tonight | |
| Blast the first mother****er that steps | |
| Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept | |
| I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy | |
| Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies | |
| ****in sucker ass niggas that didn't ??? ??? | |
| Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate | |
| Hard then later on "Shit, hey what's happenin?" | |
| We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em | |
| Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right | |
| Look me up cos I'm a ride until my casket drops | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare | |
| Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn't care | |
| Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen | |
| Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again | |
| They got to kill me, fill me up with lead | |
| Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head | |
| As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I | |
| Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why | |
| The PD reach but catch concrete | |
| Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey | |
| Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws | |
| With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all | |
| Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money | |
| Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny | |
| West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions | |
| Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : C BO | |
| Mo' murder, mo' murder | |
| A body fulla tack 2' s, battlescars from bullet wounds | |
| New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues | |
| Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of | |
| ' the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move | |
| You' re perpetratin to be a killer but I know you' re fakers | |
| Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas | |
| Vague kind of bullets fired, we' re ready to die with open eyes | |
| I be the last man standin when the smoke dies | |
| This world' s infested with haters, wannabe players | |
| Player hatin a real player cos he' s livin major | |
| No disrespect to you redneck bloodsuckin pigs | |
| If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids | |
| But what you thought makes the world go round | |
| I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds | |
| Push a 600 rag drop E12 | |
| Dump a 100round clip in ya, ask about my mail | |
| Chorus: | |
| I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money | |
| Can' t let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons | |
| Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us | |
| With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops | |
| repeat | |
| Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did ' Pac | |
| But I don' t give a I' m a ride til my casket drop | |
| It don' t stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly | |
| Pumpin slugs into you mother in pig' s belly | |
| I' m full of indica weed laced with heroin | |
| Call it Kryptoniteon the dead, I' ma risk tonight | |
| Blast the first mother er that steps | |
| Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept | |
| I shoot inside their chests, I' ma thug life, I' m crazy | |
| Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies | |
| in sucker ass niggas that didn' t nbsp??? nbsp??? | |
| Hard lies on him and didn' t retaliate | |
| Hard then later on " Shit, hey what' s happenin?" | |
| We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em | |
| Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right | |
| Look me up cos I' m a ride until my casket drops | |
| Chorus | |
| Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare | |
| Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn' t care | |
| Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen | |
| Cos fo' sho', ain' t no future in goin back again | |
| They got to kill me, fill me up with lead | |
| Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head | |
| As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I | |
| Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why | |
| The PD reach but catch concrete | |
| Never solved, gone off indica and Hennessey | |
| Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws | |
| With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y' all | |
| Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money | |
| Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny | |
| West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions | |
| Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : C BO | |
| Mo' murder, mo' murder | |
| A body fulla tack 2' s, battlescars from bullet wounds | |
| New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues | |
| Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of | |
| ' the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move | |
| You' re perpetratin to be a killer but I know you' re fakers | |
| Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas | |
| Vague kind of bullets fired, we' re ready to die with open eyes | |
| I be the last man standin when the smoke dies | |
| This world' s infested with haters, wannabe players | |
| Player hatin a real player cos he' s livin major | |
| No disrespect to you redneck bloodsuckin pigs | |
| If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids | |
| But what you thought makes the world go round | |
| I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds | |
| Push a 600 rag drop E12 | |
| Dump a 100round clip in ya, ask about my mail | |
| Chorus: | |
| I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money | |
| Can' t let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons | |
| Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us | |
| With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops | |
| repeat | |
| Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did ' Pac | |
| But I don' t give a I' m a ride til my casket drop | |
| It don' t stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly | |
| Pumpin slugs into you mother in pig' s belly | |
| I' m full of indica weed laced with heroin | |
| Call it Kryptoniteon the dead, I' ma risk tonight | |
| Blast the first mother er that steps | |
| Up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept | |
| I shoot inside their chests, I' ma thug life, I' m crazy | |
| Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies | |
| in sucker ass niggas that didn' t nbsp??? nbsp??? | |
| Hard lies on him and didn' t retaliate | |
| Hard then later on " Shit, hey what' s happenin?" | |
| We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em | |
| Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right | |
| Look me up cos I' m a ride until my casket drops | |
| Chorus | |
| Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare | |
| Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn' t care | |
| Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen | |
| Cos fo' sho', ain' t no future in goin back again | |
| They got to kill me, fill me up with lead | |
| Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head | |
| As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I | |
| Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why | |
| The PD reach but catch concrete | |
| Never solved, gone off indica and Hennessey | |
| Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws | |
| With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y' all | |
| Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money | |
| Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny | |
| West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions | |
| Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions | |
| Chorus |
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