Til My Casket Drops

C-Bo

Composición de: 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 
'fuck 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 

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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 
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Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac 
But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop 
It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly 
Pumpin slugs into you motherfuckin 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 motherfucker 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 
Fuckin 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 


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