Ride Til' We Die

C Bo

featuring 151 Mob Figgas




And we be blastin smashin for the loot



I empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe



Ain't no half steppin it's West Coast til I die



Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4 5



With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin



We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply



Fuck the funkity five big business and expeditions



If I die when I ride don't leave shit to them bitches




I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride



til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest



I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin



Snatchin up money bags in organised crime fashion



Mafioso's mashin, the homicides is askin:



"Who did thew blastin? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin?"



Ridin with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy



Grippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue




Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper



Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up



???? sip to Cosby, out the game everytime



Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight



Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly



Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty



Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma



We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin it slide




Chorus:




For all you punks that never heard of these



And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas



We ridin til we die



Ain't lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5's, ridin til we die



*repeat*




???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy



Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin three-deep in Chevy