featuring 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
And 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

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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