C-Bo - Survival 1St Lyrics

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[Verse 3: C-Bo]

The house on the water, independent shippin' quarters,

Movin' tapes like K across every border.

Takin' over your brain, causin' addiction like 'caine,

More deadly than a grand shot of Heroine in the vein.

Inflict pain, on any nigga that step in my range.

Retalliate with hollow tips, blast, and splatter your

Brain.

So remain calm, this shit is C-4 bomb,

Set trip off your motherfuckin' city like 'Nam.

Best recognize, step up and check eyes.

Ain't to many busta-ass niggas from the West Side.

I do or die for mine, livin' life like I'm blind.

Solo on a flame line, dumpin' hollow tip 9's.

[Verse 4: Marvaless]

Survival first, ask questions later.

Movin' patterns on your bitch-ass cuz I heard that you

Was a hater. Oh who

Can save ya?

Defeated your purpose, now you caught up in some deep

Shit.

Who got the deepest murder clique, that's some would

Sick.

This game is way past wicked. Still I commence to kick

It.

West side niggas stackin' meal tickets.

Surpassin' weak bitches, evadin' snitches, and sayin'

Bomb.

Killafornia style when we ride droppin' bombs.

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[Verse 5: C-Bo]

Palay Palay, Tommy Hilfiger cold, can I?

Polo, Jabo, Guess, Khakis and Levis.

Ballers is what they call us, too much for the ATL.

Lexus, Benz, Beemer, Vet, VIP, 112.

Might catch me at the Platinum, sippin' on some Hen,

Rolex down,

Ride ST 400 Lex through the town.

Clown, and you'll catch a hot metal tab up to the

Chest.

Don't make me kill a nigga out east and head West Side.

Till I die, reason why, I stay high,

To maintain my composure and attitude when I ride.

Don' push me, I'm too close to the edge

Might take one to the head.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 6: C-Bo]

It's the season of the sickness, marks on my shitlist.

Comin' up out the psychadelic bui'ness, don't sit in

It.

When I gets to bustin', I let loose like a Mac-10.

I'm born and raised a hustler, got love for my family,

Fuck friends.

Never been disgusted, but I just like love it,

Wit my streetsweeper, put hoes in your bucket.

Man, I just say fuck it, I can't live with society.

Now, how many niggas in yo clique wanna ride on me?

[Chorus to end]

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