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C-BO - Big Gangsta lyrics
[Featuring Laroo, Lil' Bo, The Mob Figgas] I see so many murders in these Cali streets I load the strap in the battle, won wit death to get beat, who ever thinks of defeat? When in ??? ???, I keep my eyes on the prize Cos ain't nobody killin me, I be the Big Gangsta >From up North, no pain, no gain Nigga, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caine Cos I'ma pack a pistol til' I die, bitch, and fuck you pigs that got me down on that hitlist, I know you're followin me You're round in my 500 but I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin blunted My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted I give a fuck, I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip and then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory 25 with a L cos the judge couldn't feel my story Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed Shoot my way out any situation til' death do me Part from the streets, it's mandatory, got packet ??? And I jack it, it's major dope when I rap it Chorus: I'm all in for the paper, big bases I chases I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think It ain't no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles- |
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