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