C-Bo – Til My Casket Drops lyrics

Mo' murder, mo' murder

A body fulla tack twos, battle scars 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 every time 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 'cause 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 six hundred rag drop E-twelve
Dump a hundred-round clip in ya, ask about my mail

[Chorus: x2]
I try to keep my focus, on survivin' and money
Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons
Traumatize 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 want to 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 'cause I'm a ride until my casket drops

[Chorus: x2]

Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
Kill all my black folks and the pecker woods wouldn't care
Keep my head up, duckin' and dodgin' from the state pen
'Cause 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 solved, gone off indica and Hennessy
Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws
With my gun up, punk, I run up on all a 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

[Chorus: x2]