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C-Bo f 151, Mob Figgas

Til My Casket Drops

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And we be blastin, smashin for the lootI, empty my strap and then I dash to my CoupeAin`t no half-steppin, it`s West Coast til I dieKeepin the bundle and never fumble my 4-5With only one life to live, nigga we`re still ridinWe attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiplyFuck the funkity-five, big business and expeditionsIf I die when I ride, don`t leave shit to them bitchesI raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I`ll ridetil my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I restI`ll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastinSnatchin up money bags in organised crime fashionMafioso`s mashin, the homicides is askin:"Who did thew blastin? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin?"Ridin with no maskets, jobs can`t be soppyGrippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongueNow I`m a savage young nigga witta chopperMotivated by Mob-type tactics, I`ll blow your block up???? sip to Cosby, out the game everytimeMe and the Mob Figgas`ll do the dirt and choke the 9`s straightSavage`s up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishlyFuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualtyCos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc`ll show ya, smell the aromaWe gon` ride til we die, ain`t no glory in lettin it slideChorus:For all you punks that never heard of theseAnd all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggasWe ridin til we dieAin`t lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5`s, ridin til we die*repeat*???? ???? California, I`m best ta warn ya you`ll end up like FreddyFuckin with my `fetti, we mobbin three-deep in ChevyAP-9, Bo and I rider, we pull lickson a bitch, haven`t you heard, we gets perved and hit the stripPitch black tint, ain`t takin no mo` shitGotta get these niggas with my chop and hit the block and suit their knotsand leave their whole block chalked up, got closed off of 4-54`sThey hit the block and then I got goneI`m never gang-related but dedicated to my niggasMy niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killersMackers in jackets, po` pimps, 9 packersGot these ballers in *?scallers?*, livin lawless, my niggas` flawlessNiggas with knowledge represent in grounds of collegeWhite Acura coupes, pimpin hoes and stackin lootHow much scrilla can I hustle up? Foldin my figuresDottin my decimals with commas behind my O`s, so....You see gangs never work out the way I plannedCos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fightsA mad nigga`s drama and addicted to street lifeI sold this paradise, sippin this game and pay the priceI watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippinUzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the nightDangerous minds still lookin for a sign to recludeas to what the fuck I`m pissed to doIf this rap game don`t ??? for me, life might as well stop for meGive in to failin from 2-11`s so niggas call me *?Jagger?*Ridin til I die on you bastardsChorusWe ridin practice on swell, pushin luxury with no elsFloss je-wels, Professional Baller, all about the dollarsAnd when you holler, we hit like pits, attackin collarsRidin with the 4-5, I`m shady and connivinChoose dyin before I be a punk to this shitDump when you funk when you with the clip cos if you slide, then you slipHollow tips rip chests, til confetti turn branch to spaghettiSmash off like Andretti, are you ready?It ain`t no runnin in a war, we`re hardcoreSteadily toe-taggin bodies, yeah, we`re dyin some mo`No respect to dump Tek`s, smashin in Apollo SupersportsCashin em out dollar stretch from Cali to New YorkOn a mission from mail, court and million dollar bailsDiamond je-wels, pushin 500 SL`sI`m just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrillaForever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla`sI`m ready to ride so slide, so need the pistolLaunch em like missiles as they shatter like crystalsI heard Bo whistle, it`s time to move outThis mo` clear, we disappear and punch the big shootoutsAnother slaughter, you`re block was blown clear out the waterI land in your soldiers like dickin your daughterDon`t bother beggin me for no forgivenessI`m in this to win this and takin care of businessA witness to these murderous conspiracieswill be found, dead to the ground and chopped with Glocks on both theirknees

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