Real Niggas

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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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1998

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Twenty five years old still tryin' to make a livin' off a 
one live then they're only slugs give a nigga 
F*ck holes in my chest took my last breath 
I squeeze my Mag and I'm taggin' him to his death ridah 
Surprise 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 realize I'm a real nigga 

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 
And haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real niggas 

Bailin' times, f*ck 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 
entrepreneur, 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, live niggas, lick and do or die, nigga 
Nine's nigga's time's tickin' when I blow your mind, nigga 
Call me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we rhyme, nigga 
I hit the block and have it sold 
See my freakers hittin' vicious on them po's, that's the way the game goes 
On tre-low, I stay low, dippin crate loads 
Never had my niggas leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and cavi 

It's the hustler, you figure out I pack the biggest strap 
Boy, I get savage, fold some cabbage, paper chasin' is effect 
Real niggas lost the fake, and a war that's takin' place 
You might get chopped up by the gauge, you ain't the kind that can't relate 
Walk and trip into my car, stompin' a chop off in my drawers 
It's the hustler verse em all, so I blast if it's called fo' 
Your detective ass wears raw do', real niggas keepin' it inside do' 
While real niggas is ridin', that's how we flex when we despise 

The Mob Figgas, I grew up with these niggas 
Trust my life for real niggas, (?) be the first to blast 
so I don't have no fear, when I'm out here 
But life still be makin' me sick 
Had to feel the Gleec kick and see heat rip flesh from the unfortunate 
Allah bless your soul 
I know I was wrong but he crossed the real 
so I prayed that you will have understandin' and feel 
my story, when it's time to wrestle niggas to respect 

Real niggas out to get, out to get it on 
Screamin' "F*ck em all" wit my back against the wall 
They can't hold me back, I be the first to dump 
on the worthless filth punk as he jump, felts kick from the pump 
When my nuts was young, we see they hung to the floor 
And when they severs 2-11's like teflon dyin out the door 
What they know? We Mob Figgas, born in them savage times 
F*ck your average ass rhymes, nigga 

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