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




Chorus:




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



*repeat*




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
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