Ride Til' We Die - C Bo

featuring 151  Mob Figgas 

And we be blastin  smashin for the loot 
I  empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe 
Ain't no half steppin  it's West Coast til I die 
Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4 5 
With only one life to live  nigga we're still ridin 
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply 
Fuck the funkity five  big business and expeditions 
If I die when I ride  don't leave shit to them bitches 

I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride 
til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest 
I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin 
Snatchin up money bags in organised crime fashion 
Mafioso's mashin, the homicides is askin: 
"Who did thew blastin? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin?" 
Ridin with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy 
Grippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue 

Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper 
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up 
???? sip to Cosby, out the game everytime 
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight 
Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly 
Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty 
Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma 
We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin it slide 

Chorus: 

For all you punks that never heard of these 
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas 
We ridin til we die 
Ain't lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5's, ridin til we die 
*repeat* 

???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy 
Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin three-deep in Chevy