No Pain No Gain - C Bo

featuring Lunasicc  Laroo 

Now it's on  flip me at '7 8 Coupe 
Reds  hydraulics  duece  representin the do 
and you can trip if ya wanna  but  boy  you be's a goner 
Leavin bloody footprints from Sacramento to Palmona 
I'm a dog when it come to this gangsta shit 
A young hog from the block and never shrank to fit 
Roll with the Hoovers and the E C's  avalon watchin L B's 
Compton  Track New Park  the S P C's 
Bakersfield, Fresno, Seven Trees 
Duece nine outlies N-S-G's 
My Bgz got to trippin when the homey got soaked 
when they heard about the shootout that *?I so?* called for Bo-Loc 
As I ride, ride til I die 
Best to hide, nigga, when I hit your block 
I bring death on the suckers when my Glock is cocked 
I got hops in my Coupe, a pocket full of loot 
and it don't matter who start to funk when you're ridin with the do 
We just handle that shit like the locs that we is 
Hit them niggas quick, fuck the bitches and the kids 
Split wigs, watch graves get digged 
Representin to the fullest, Guard Block Crib 
Niggas wanna trip, well eat hollow tips 
Never could you hang with my gang, no pain, no gain 

Chorus: 

Hoo-ride, mass slaughter, murder 
Madmen, deadliest lyrical server 
There is no higher, they gets no curver 
Get em up close range, empty fullies and get further 
*repeat* 

Who got that gangsta, gangsta shit? 
It be the niggas who got the biggest nuts and the gat that packs the 
fullest clip 
Gotta have more chips than a grab bag full of Doritos 
Keep your bitch broken, make sure your pockets stay full of C-notes 
Hardcore gangsta, fillin out a 20 year old nut 
Gotta keep composure, puffin doja and it got me stuck 
I'm dow