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c-bo - real niggas كلمات الأغنية

[verse one: c-bo]
twenty five years old, still tryin’ to make a livin’ off-a
one live, then there were only slugs given, n-gga
f-ck holes in my chest, took my last breath
i, squeeze my mag and i’m taggin’ him to his death ridah
surprise the whole block when we slide up
an expedition in business, holdin’ them 9’s up
first to die be the first n-gga that speak
murdered to death in the k!llafornia streets
i live my life behind a pistol, smash for the cash
b-tch, life is too short that’s why we murdered your -ss
give a shout to y’all homies, gave your p-ssy to a thug n-gga
and all the cops they gave their money to the drug dealers
dump slugs on all y’all piggies, that club n-gga
and big d-cks is why you white b-tches love n-ggas
a black warrior, finger on the f-ckin trigger
before i die bet they realise i’m a real n-gga

[chorus: c-bo]
it ain’t no clowin this trick, real n-ggas’ll load clips
pushin luxury cars, when we dip
it’s all about stackin them chips, makin that long money flip
and haters that trip a cl!ck to catch clips, from real n-ggas
it ain’t no clowin this trick, real n-ggas’ll load clips
pushin luxury cars, when we dip
it’s all about stackin them chips, makin that long money flip
and haters that trip a cl!ck to catch clips, from real n-ggas

[verse two: the jacka]
bailin times, f-ck it, mob figgas’ll get the bustin
ain’t no exit out the dip, stuck is how i’m livin
driven to be that male factor
it’s like i have ???? a boot cha or do ya out the frame, and loot the cash
rush ya, bust ya, with fo’-fifths and extra clips
entrepeneur, check my profile, that mob n-gga now
pushin weight to my eastend loc, he called me -?craze is grey?-
like tony but never phony, that b-tch ???? ????

[verse 3: ap-9]
i’m bringin it to em like this, mob figgas, real n-ggas down to k!ll n-ggas
five n-ggas, live n-ggas, l!ck and do or die, n-gga
nine’s n-gga’s time’s tickin when i blow your mind, n-gga
call me ap-9, n-gga, boogie’s when we rhyme, n-gga
i hit the block and have it sold
see my freakers hittin vicious on them po’s, that’s the way the game goes
on tre-low, i stay low, dippin crate loads
never had my n-ggas leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and cavi

[verse 3: husalah]
it’s the husalah, you figure out i pack the biggest strap
boy, i get savage, fold some cabbage, paper chasin is effect
real n-ggas lost the fake, and a war that’s takin place
you might get chopped up by the gauge, you ain’t the kind that can’t relate
walk and trip into my car, stompin a chop off in my drawers
it’s the hustler verse em all, so i blast if it’s called fo’
your detective -ss wears raw do’, real n-ggas keepin it inside do’
while real n-ggas is ridin, that’s how we flex when we despise

[verse 4: rydah j kylde]
the mob figgas, i grew up with these n-ggas
trust my life for real n-ggas, ??? be the first to blast
so i don’t have no fear, when i’m out here
but life still be makin me sick
had to feel the gleec kick and see heat rip flesh from the unfortunate
allah bless your soul
i know i was wrong but he crossed the real
so i prayed that you will have understandin and feel
my story, when it’s time to wrestle n-ggas to respect

[verse 5: fed-x]
real n-ggas out to get, out to get it on
screamin “f-ck em all” wit my back against the wall
they can’t hold me back, i be the first to dump
on the worthless filth punk as he jump, felts kick from the pump
when my nuts was young, we see they hung to the floor
and when they severs 2-11’s like teflon dyin out the door
what they know? we mob figgas, born in them savage times
f-ck your average -ss rhymes, n-gga

- c bo

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