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​Big Gangsta

This song is by C-Bo and appears on the album Til My Casket Drops (1998).

(Feat. Laroo, Lil' Bo, the Mob Figgas)

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, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caine
'Cause I'ma pack a pistol till I die, bitch, and fuck you pigs
That got me down on that hitlist, 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 fuck, 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

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 bod-ies
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 annihi-lation 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

Loc'd on in, sex, from ??? ??? sack ??? ??? that's major
Pain, that 50 calibre and nothin'
That's when we spark that wing that park, y'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

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 wanna 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 strivers
Can no pressure make me crack? Sit the fuck back
Traumatise 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'