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Raised In Hell

アーティスト:C-Bo  アルバム:Til My Casket Drops 

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(feat. Big Skye) [Verse One: C-Bo] I was born in hell without a pistol Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4-5? Runnin from the Task Fo' but smashin for my cash Bankin corners, hop it then I blast on their ass See them piggies want me dead for sure or in the pen Doin 10, instead of me in my Benz on some twins Sippin Hen, smokin indica bomb And keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real and feel this rap shit? Didn't make me, got out the pen and flip the '97 Drop Mercedes, I'm the *?placenta?* of no love Til the lord save me, straight thugs that'll dump slugs Til they fuckin grave, mass murder motherfuckers to the front page When we hit, we empty clips til we get paid I've been a slave from my cradle to the grave Nigga, fuck the world, I was raised in hell [Chorus: C-Bo] That's why we buck shit down and yell "Fuck the world!" I'd rather die here in hell then die doin life in jail But take the shot with a Mac 12, order hits on the pack tailed From the block to Wotts, we are thug niggas raised in hell [repeat] [Verse Two: Big Syke] I'm bailin thru the set wit a 40, smokin a cigarette Blastin my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvalettes Gangbangin vets on parole as I stroll thru They rassle Gz like two craps and they strapped too Oh how I love these niggas but I hate em with a passion But I ride for these motherfuckers, when I don't even ask Thug fashion from head to toe, I let the world know


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