Real Niggas - C Bo

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