Lyrics Til My Casket Drops - C-Bo
Mo'
murder,
mo'
murder
A
body
fulla
tack
2's,
battlescars
from
bullet
wounds
New
clothes,
diamond
medallions
from
paid
dues
Niggas
that
ride
til
they
rue
with
the
attitude
of
'Fuck
the
world'
from
tryin
to
kill
us
everytime
we
move
You're
perpetratin
to
be
a
killer
but
I
know
you're
fakers
Them
jealous
cowards
killed
my
nigga
2PAC
in
Vegas
Vague
kind
of
bullets
fired,
we're
ready
to
die
with
open
eyes
I
be
the
last
man
standin
when
the
smoke
dies
This
world's
infested
with
haters,
wannabe
players
Player
hatin
a
real
player
cos
he's
livin
major
No
disrespect
to
you
redneck
blood-suckin
pigs
If
a
nigga
die,
just
give
my
cash
to
my
wife
and
kids
But
what
you
thought
makes
the
world
go
round
I
got
an
ese
in
the
East
Bay
ballin
a
hundred
pounds
Push
a
600
rag
drop
E-12
Dump
a
100-round
clip
in
ya,
ask
about
my
mail
I
try
to
keep
my
focus,
on
survivin
and
money
Can't
let
them
niggas
smoke
us,
before
we
unload
them
talons
Traumatise
and
hope
this
is
how
we
leave
em
when
they
hit
us
With
the
guts
to
die,
pullin
the
trigger
til
my
casket
drops
Them
player
haters
wanna
blast
me
up
like
they
did
'Pac
But
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I'm
a
ride
til
my
casket
drop
It
don't
stop
until
you
sucker
niggas
drippin
jelly
Pumpin
slugs
into
you
motherfuckin
pig's
belly
I'm
full
of
indica
weed
laced
with
heroin
Call
it
Kryptonite-on
the
dead,
I'ma
risk
tonight
Blast
the
first
motherfucker
that
steps
Up
to
my
ride,
not
knowin
where
my
weapon
is
kept
I
shoot
in-side
their
chests,
I'ma
thug
life,
I'm
crazy
Got
my
strength
rays
to
make
him
kiss
his
babies
Fuckin
sucker
ass
niggas
that
didn't??????
Hard
lies
on
him
and
didn't
retaliate
Hard
then
later
on
"Shit,
hey
what's
happenin?"
We
woulda
chased
them
suckers
down
and
capped
em
Give
a
shout
to
Outlaw
Immortalz
right
Look
me
up
cos
I'm
a
ride
until
my
casket
drops
Murder,
money,
power,
pistols
and
warfare
Kill
all
my
black
folks
and
the
peckerwoods
wouldn't
care
Keep
my
head
up,
duckin
and
dodgin
from
the
state
pen
Cos
fo'
sho',
ain't
no
future
in
goin
back
again
They
got
to
kill
me,
fill
me
up
with
lead
Let
me,
die
slowly
from
my
boots
to
my
head
As
a,
big
chief
I
refuse
to
retreat,
I
Rip
teeth
outta
eye
then
dump
heat,
why
The
PD
reach
but
catch
concrete
Never
sol-ved,
gone
off
indica
and
Hennessey
Infrared
at
my
dog,
paws
locked
like
pig
jaws
With
my
gun
up,
punk,
I
run
up
on
alla
y'all
Then
I
dump,
dump
dump
dump
to
get
the
money
Now
I
stole
Rolex
diamond,
shinin
outta
sunny
West
Coast
the
spot,
servin
caine
to
get
the
millions
Distributin
the
game,
makes
you
want
to
get
the
billions
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