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Текст песни C-Bo f Laroo, Lil` Bo, the Mob Figgas - Big Gangsta

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I see so many murders in these Cali streetsI load the strap in the battle, won wit death to get beat, who ever thinksof defeat?When in ??? ???, I keep my eyes on the prizeCos ain`t nobody killin me, I be the Big Gangsta>From up North, no pain, no gainNigga, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caineCos I`ma pack a pistol til` I die, bitch, and fuck you pigsthat got me down on that hitlist, I know you`re followin meYou`re round in my 500but I commence to shake you piggies while I`m gettin bluntedMy nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is huntedI give a fuck, I`ll buck you down and stare, whatever you`re cominI gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seatlike a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clipand then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me ampedI like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a haterPut a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed herLive fast, die early, no heart, no glory25 with a L cos the judge couldn`t feel my storyOh no, not me, I got kids to feedShoot my way out any situation til` death do mePart from the streets, it`s mandatory, got packet ???And I jack it, it`s major dope when I rap itChorus:I`m all in for the paper, big bases I chasesI keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar placesI stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they thinkIt ain`t no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-iesWe be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karatesmash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-tiDrink nuttin but the best, X-O, HennesseyAnd when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember meI bounce into the club, drunk and seein doublesThat`s why I got twin Glocks so I can bust both of them bubblesYou`re runnin from the rumble, this sound is terrifyinYou`re hearin death callin, now you`re scared to diePrepare for the annihi-lation of player-hationYou`re calicos is blazin, never known for grazin, I`m shot but it`s amazinButts haulin on the pavement, holy mother, place him in a casketMurderin all them bastardsLoc`d on in, sex, from ??? ??? sack ??? ??? that`s majorPain, that 50 calibre and nothinThat`s when we spark that wing that park, y`know the deal, shot stopEverybody drop and watch the Bourbon BillYou was fuckin with some true, soldiersSo when the tides had turned, you started snitchin to them rollersYou got fucked in a bad situationMy thugs got the L but the po-po`s didn`t know the situationChorusI`m at the peak of my age when niggas, test, hack onto bulletsthru your vest, and if your funks real-ly, I`m about to cut you ??? ???Invest, this game that I be givin, I`m tryin to heal your soulSo we can all be known for that dough in *?rotty`s vault?*But if they wanna doublecross, we can do that tooTake em out the trunk, fully cocked wit two GlocksExtendo clip, infrared light, put these vest on our chestsMurder, death, kill em, oh yesInvestiagtion on them Mob Figgas, no perpetrationOn the job, my niggas mob niggas, across the nationPacin like a pimp, walkin witta limp cos my, calibreholds extended 50 round clips in a serverPlugged off Hennessey, the doja got me in a zoneFo` a ho-zone, mad at niggas, whole hood sewnRidin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clipWith the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on yaAll soldiers from my first generation just in caseAll the damage left survivors, we official struggle striversCan no pressure make me crack? Sit the fuck backTraumatise your whole click, enter this, enchant tricksGot they gillholes workin, lacin em wit two texturesThat top-of-the-line impact, regulate on my trackSmash down on your shit, clown when the truck dipLike boo young buckshots be shredded, servin *?clocks-er?*Still acts suspicious when it`s time for 2-11`s, got my pocket-size pistolsBreakin em my 7if the shit ain`t skanless, you`ll never read my Mafia mindSoldiers killin anybody tryin to pull his behindGotta do em bad, I`m tryin to make a million like my big homey BoloIt`s time to make a killinChorus

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