Real Niggas lyrics

Artist  : C Bo 
Song : Real Niggas



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featuring Mob Figgas

Verse One: C
Bo

Twenty five years old still tryin to
make a livin off a
one live then they're only
slugs give a nigga
Fuck holes in my chest took
my last breath
I squeeze my Mag and I'm taggin
him to his death ridah
Surpise the whole block
when we slide up
An expedition in business
holdin them 9's up
First to die be the first
nigga that speak
Murdered to death in the
Killafornia streets
I live my life behind a
pistol, smash for the cash
Bitch, life is too
short that's why we murdered your ass
Give a
shout to y'all homies, gave your pussy to a thug
nigga
And all the cops they gave their money
to the drug dealers
Dump slugs on all y'all
piggies, that club nigga
And big dicks is why
you white bitches love niggas
A black warrior,
finger on the fuckin trigger
Before I die bet
they realise I'm a real nigga

Chorus:
C-Bo

It ain't no clowin this trick, real
niggas'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 click to catch clips, for real
niggas
*repeat*

Verse Two: Mob
Figgas

Bailin times, fuck 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
nigga now
Pushin weight to my Eastend loc, he
called me *?craze is grey?*
Like Tony but
never phony, that bitch ???? ????

I'm
bringin it to em like this, Mob Figgas, real
niggas down to kill niggas
Five niggas, live
niggas, lick and do or die, nigga
Nine's
nigga's time's tickin when I blow your mind,
nigga
Call me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we
rhyme, nigga
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
niggas leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and
cavi

Chorus

Verse Three: Mob
Figgas

It's the hustler, you figure out I
pack the biggest strap
Boy, I get savage, fold
some cabbage, paper chasin is effect
Real
niggas 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 ass
wears raw do', real niggas keepin it inside
do'
While real niggas is ridin, that's how we
flex when we despise

The Mob Figgas, I
grew up with these niggas
Trust my life for
real niggas, ??? 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 niggas to
respect

Real niggas out to get, out to get
it on
Screamin "Fuck 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
Fuck your
average ass rhymes, nigga

Chorus