Big Gangsta

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Shawn Thomas, better known by his stage name C-Bo, is an American rapper. C-Bo, notoriously known for his relationship with law enforcement, was one of the first rappers to be jailed due to his lyrical content, a scathing critique of political officials, including governor Pete Wilson, California's Prop. 184 three-strikes law, and police on his track "Deadly Game" written with rapper X-Raided in 1995. He unsuccessfully argued for appeal three times, while gaining nationwide attention for arguably his most successful mainstream album. Although some charges were dropped as it was viewed as a violation of his First Amendment rights, he was arrested in California in 1998, under the suspicion that his violent rap lyrics violated his parole. He rapped his court sta… more »

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I see so many murders in these Cali streets 
I load the strap in the battle won wit death to get beat 
Who ever thinks of defeat? 
When in ??? ??? I keep my eyes on the prize 
'Cause ain't nobody killin' me I be the Big Gangsta 
From up North no pain no gain 
Nigga f*ck the fame slide the chips and serve caine 
'Cause I'ma pack a pistol till I die bitch and f*ck you pigs 
that got me down on that hit list, I know you're followin' me 
You're round in my 500 
but I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin' blunted 
My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted 
I give a f*ck, I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin '
I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat 
Like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip 
And then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin' me amped 
I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater 
Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her 
Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory 
25 with a L 'cause the judge couldn't feel my story 
Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed 
Shoot my way out any situation till death do me 
Part from the streets, it's mandatory, got packet?
And I jack it, it's major dope when I rap it 

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I'm all in for the paper, big bases I chases 
I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places 
I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think 
It ain't no killin' me before I dump caps in they bodies 
We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate 
Smash all the pranksters, makin' hits like a Got-ti 
Drink nuttin' but the best, X-O, Hennessey 
And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me 
I bounce into the club, drunk and seein' doubles 
That's why I got twin Glocks so I can bust both of them bubbles 
You're runnin' from the rumble, this sound is terrifyin' 
You're hearin' death callin', now you're scared to die 
Prepare for the annihilation of player-hation 
You're calicos is blazin', never known for grazin', 
I'm shot but it's amazin 
Butts haulin' on the pavement, holy mother, place him in a casket 
Murderin'all them bastards 
Locked on in, sex, from ??? ??? sack ??? ??? that's major 
Pain, that 50 calibre and nothin' 
That's when we spark that wing that park,ya know the deal, shot stop 
Everybody drop and watch the Bourbon Bill 
You was fuckin with some true, soldiers 
So when the tides had turned, you started snitchin' to them rollers 
You got fucked in a bad situation 
My thugs got the L but the po-po's didn't know the situation 

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I'm at the peak of my age when niggas, test, hack onto bullets 
Through your vest, and if your funks real-ly, I'm about to cut you ??? ??? 
Invest, this game that I be givin', I'm tryin' to heal your soul 
So we can all be known for that dough in *?rotty's vault?* 
But if they want to doublecross, we can do that too 
Take em out the trunk, fully cocked wit two Glocks 
Extendo clip, infrared light, put these vest on our chests 
Murder, death, kill em, oh yes 
Investiagtion on them Mob Figgas, no perpetration 
On the job, my niggas mob niggas, across the nation 
Pacin' like a pimp, walkin' witta limp 'cause my, calibre 
Holds extended 50 round clips in a server 
Plugged off Hennessey, the doja got me in a zone 
Fo' a ho-zone, mad at niggas, whole hood sewn 
Ridin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clip 
With the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on ya 
All soldiers from my first generation just in case 
All the damage left survivors, we official struggle striver's 
Can no pressure make me crack? Sit the f*ck back 
Traumatize your whole click, enter this, enchant tricks 
Got they gillholes workin', lacin' em wit two textures 
That top-of-the-line impact, regulate on my track 
Smash down on your shit, clown when the truck dip 
Like boo young buckshots be shredded, servin' *?clocks-er?* 
Still acts suspicious when it's time for 2-11's, got my pocket-size 
pistols 
Breakin' em my 7 
If the shit ain't skanless, you'll never read my Mafia mind 
Soldiers killin' anybody tryin' to pull his behind 
Gotta do em bad, I'm tryin' to make a million like my big homey Bolo 
It's time to make a killin' 

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