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c-bo - john doe كلمات أغنية

[hook: c_bo]
f_ck that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome
f_ck that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome

[verse 1: c_bo]
that n_gga’s a b_tch
that n_gga’s a snitch
they gon’ find that n_gga f_cked up, duct_taped, b_tt_naked in a ditch
shoulda plead the fifth cause this might be the last deal
better eat good cause tonight just might be your last meal
cause my k!llas gon’ eat that
when they see that, decease that
when they see that, release that
.40 cal in his chest like “keep that”
if the n_gga blink once, repeat that
gon’ send him to his maker
caretaker just close the casket, even do his make_up
f_ck n_gga done f_cked up
and he know that when they bucked up
had his last breath get sucked up
then his eyes freeze and they stuck up, like
daaaamn, dead man walking
cause i ain’t never ever seen a dead man talking
buck 50, that’s it, baby
lorena bobbit, now kiss the babies
my n_ggas lit, they sick and crazy
busting at them fake n_ggas ever since the 80s
stuffed in trash bags, duct_taped
switchblade, you f_cked mane
if you afraid of god then he’d spare your life
but to a nut, to k!ll you it’s nothing
[hook: c_bo]
f_ck that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome
f_ck that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome

[verse 2: tech n9ne]
a real k!ller won’t tell you that he comin’
that’s why when you on my celly steady wolfing like a woman it’s funny
cause when you summoned the one who’s stunning with gunning
hear my governor humming the minute you get to running
it’s f_cked up when a n_gga next of kin
death threats, no it ain’t the way you text a friend
let’s begin, he must be ready for tech to sin
on a soyboy that must had a lot of estrogen
i was in vegas chilling, every day just billing
used to be homies, they tripping ’cause i made this mil’ and
they wanna spray this villain, ’cause i made an outrageous k!lling
they want my money [yo, are they just ill and]
they ain’t got no stock in this strange sh_t
made the n_ggas that can’t hang, sit
how you claim this and got lame spit
n_gga just had to look, you can’t bang, b_tch!
biting the hand that fed you was the utmost disrespect
n_ggas i used to trust though, dissed the tech
okay, but when i bust jokes hit the deck
ain’t with me ’cause you suck? so disconnect_ed
if you think you tough, hoes get reject_ed
i’m a n_gga, what, four_fifth_protect_ed
i don’t give a f_ck, pros get the check, n_gga!
don’t be hitting my phone
like i got something you own
used to be young, now we grown
you didn’t make it, your rhythm could never stay on
c_bo hit me but he didn’t hit you for this song
cause you never was properly flown
so if you think that you running up on me with the chrome
that’s gonna be when your children say “daddy gone”
[hook: c_bo]
f_ck that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome
f_ck that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
that n_gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
that n_gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome

[verse 3: t_nutty]
(look)
bo say f_ck that n_gga? then it’s f_ck that n_gga
can’t show no love to these suckas, n_gga
‘specially the ones that be talking and snitching all off on my business discussion, n_gga
with the business like a russian, n_gga
get to busting, why you fussing, n_gga?
9/11, get that cussing
got you n_ggas ducking, like daffy and plucky n_gga
you’s a lucky n_gga, saved by the bell
told on the homie, now we gotta pay bail
layin’ in a cell finna raise h_ll
thinking bout his scrill, how to feed his kids in a white man’s world
when n_ggas cross game it’s a cold thang
thought he got away but somebody told his whole name
caught him with a k and a little bit of cocaine
find out where he stay and it’s on
that n_gga gone, that n_gga gone
f_ck that n_gga, he john doe
so it’s rat_tat_tat and getting bombed on
gorillas in the buildings walking on banana peelers
tryna catch a n_gga slipping, “there he go!” and get to tripping
even if a n_gga crippin he don’t matter if he snitching
he gon have to get some stitches when the mob gon get the job done
f_cking with top guns
you n_ggas acting like b_tches, stay close to a fence, it’s to hop one
with the sh_t cause i’m [top?] son, on the blocc, i still live by the code
i can’t f_ck with you if you ever told
keeping it real is [a feeling to go]

- c bo

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