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
Traduzione: C Bo. Real Niggas.
it's on Death Row My niggaz love that shit Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony C-Bo, the bald
that I'm slangin' nigga, they call bricks An this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick An this big truck I'm pushin' nigga, my tight whip Wit
-8-1 You hate one nigga like me so I keep 32's 38's 44's I speak for myself no cliques no gang I rap but a nigga will clap them thangs [Hook x4] []
be deceased lookin' 'til you see the peace, well I could see you gettin' rich 'cause niggas envy me, it's deeper than a rap the realest shit a nigga speak
that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reach I ain't a thug, so nigga I ain't gon' start that now I'm Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound
talk for money and we can make a deal [Dubee] Make a deal you square ass nigga We bay stunnas bitch Turf top niggaz, nigga from the street up Nigga,
niggas Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas Still niggas for messin with these real trill niggas Young niggas, chopper totin big gun niggas Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga Stunt nigga
tryin' to have it all So I ball 'till I'm gold Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control [C-Bo:] I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga That big nigga on
nigga Lil' Cee, Big Grim and Vapooh Ronald, Tana, Fancy To that nigga Warren All y'all Drive In Peace [DOGG] May the 13th Felt kinda hard to share My nigga
[C.T.:] I said the bitch had a wild toenail nigga [Zone:] Bitch pulled up in a Trans-Am tellin me to get in though [C.T.:] F'real, heh [Zone:] Bitch
that time when you almost died nigga and I saved ya life? Yeah my dog that ain't shit nigga I do that a thousand times Remember back when we was kids nigga
ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V. We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's [x2] [C-Bo] Y'all niggas that don't know me why
t no fuckin around wit G.O. again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finest Man Bo, go on snap again [Bo
my cash And I can't front, Plus this blood my veins pumped Lames wanna dry they hands Soon as they get the chance, blow Ride wit a real nigga I'll show
I was servin' my bid I knew he was a flunky, punk nigga dressed like a junkie Runnin' around with a pound of bunk weed [Chorus x2] [C-Bo] See I'm all
