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(feat. Mob Figgas) [Verse One: C-Bo] Twenty five years old, still tryin to make a livin off-a one live, then they're only slugs give a nigga Fuck holes in my chest, took my last breath I, squeeze my Mag and I'm taggin him to his death ridah Surpise the whole block when we slide up An expedition in business, holdin them 9's up First to die be the first nigga that speak Murdered to death in the Killafornia streets I live my life behind a pistol, smash for the cash Bitch, life is too short that's why we murdered your ass Give a shout to y'all homies, gave your pussy to a thug nigga And all the cops they gave their money to the drug dealers Dump slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga And big dicks is why you white bitches love niggas A black warrior, finger on the fuckin trigger Before I die bet they realise I'm a real nigga [Chorus: C-Bo] It ain't no clowin this trick, real niggas'll load clips Pushin luxury cars, when we dip It's all about stackin them chips, makin that long money flip SongtexteAnd haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real niggas [repeat] [Verse Two: Mob Figgas] Bailin times, fuck it, Mob Figgas'll get the bustin Ain't no exit out the dip, stuck is how I'm livin Driven to be that male factor It's like I have ???? a boot cha or do ya out the frame, and loot the cash Rush ya, bust ya, with fo'-fifths and extra clips Entrepeneur, check my profile, that Mob nigga now Pushin weight to my Eastend loc, he called me *?craze is grey?* Like Tony but never phony, that bitch ???? ???? I'm bringin it to em like this, Mob Figgas, real niggas down to kill niggas Five niggas, live niggas, lick and do or die, nigga Nine's nigga's time's tickin when I blow your mind, nigga Call me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we rhyme, nigga I hit the block and have it sold See my freakers hittin vicious on them po's, that's the way the game goes On tre-low, I stay low, dippin crate loads Never had my niggas leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and cavi [Chorus] [Verse Three: Mob Figgas] It's the hustler, you figure out I pack the biggest strap Boy, I get savage, fold some cabbage, paper chasin is effect Real niggas lost the fake, and a war that's takin place You might get chopped up by the gauge, you ain't the kind that can't relate Walk and trip into my car, stompin a chop off in my drawers It's the hustler verse em all, so I blast if it's called fo' Your detective ass wears raw do', real niggas keepin it inside do' While real niggas is ridin, that's how we flex when we despise The Mob Figgas, I grew up with these niggas Trust my life for real niggas, ??? be the first to blast so I don't have no fear, when I'm out here But life still be makin me sick Had to feel the Gleec kick and see heat rip flesh from the unfortunate Allah bless your soul I know I was wrong but he crossed the real so I prayed that you will have understandin and feel my story, when it's time to wrestle niggas to respect Real niggas out to get, out to get it on Screamin "Fuck em all" wit my back against the wall They can't hold me back, I be the first to dump on the worthless filth punk as he jump, felts kick from the pump When my nuts was young, we see they hung to the floor And when they severs 2-11's like teflon dyin out the door What they know? We Mob Figgas, born in them savage times Fuck your average ass rhymes, nigga [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania