Ride Til' We Die

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C-BO

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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And we be blastin' smashin' for the loot 
I empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe 
Ain't no half steppin' it's West Coast til I die 
Keepin' the bundle and never fumble my 4 5 
With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin' 
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply 
F*ck the funkity five big business and expeditions 
If I die when I ride don't leave shit to them bitches 

I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride 
Til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest 
I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin' 
Snatchin' up money bags in organized crime fashion 
Mafioso's mashin', the homicides is askin': 
"Who did thew blastin'? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin'?" 
Ridin' with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy 
Grippin' the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue 

Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper 
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up 
???? sip to Cosby, out the game every time 
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight 
Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly 
F*ck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty 
'Cause Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma 
We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin' it slide 

[Chorus: x2]
For all you punks that never heard of these 
And all you buster motherfuckers that want to murder, these niggas 
We ridin' til we die 
Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's, ridin' til we die  

???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy 
Fuckin' with my 'fetti, we mobbin' three-deep in Chevy 
AP-9, Bo and I rider, we pull licks 
On a bitch, haven't you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip 
Pitch black tint, ain't takin' no mo' shit 
Gotta get these niggas with my chop and hit the block and suit their knots 
And leave their whole block chalked up, got closed off of 4-54's 
They hit the block and then I got gone 

I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas 
My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers 
Mackers in jackets, po' pimps, 9 packers 
Got these ballers in scallers, livin' lawless, my niggas' flawless 
Niggas with knowledge represent in grounds of college 
White Acura coupes, pimpin' hoes and stackin loot 
How much scrilla can I hustle up? Foldin my figures 
Dottin' my decimals with commas behind my O's, so

You see gangs never work out the way I planned 
'Cause I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights 
A mad nigga's drama and addicted to street life 
I sold this paradise, sippin' this game and pay the price 
I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin' 
Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night 
Dangerous minds still lookin' for a sign to reclude 
As to what the f*ck I'm pissed to do 
If this rap game don't ??? for me, life might as well stop for me 
Give in to failin' from 2-11's so niggas call me Jagger 
Ridin' til I die on you bastards 

[Chorus]

We ridin' practice on swell, pushin' luxury with no els 
Floss je-wels, Professional Baller, all about the dollars 
And when you holler, we hit like pits, attackin' collars 
Ridin' with the 4-5, I'm shady and connivin' 
Choose dyin' before I be a punk to this shit 
Dump when you funk when you with the clip 'cause if you slide, then you slip 
Hollow tips rip chests, til confetti turn branch to spaghetti 
Smash off like Andretti, are you ready? 

It ain't no runnin' in a war, we're hardcore 
Steadily toe-taggin' bodies, yeah, we're dyin some mo' 
No respect to dump Tek's, smashin' in Apollo Supersports 
Cashin' 'em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York 
On a mission from mail, court and million dollar bails 
Diamond jewels, pushin' 500 SL's 
I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla 
Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's 

I'm ready to ride so slide, so need the pistol 
Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals 
I heard Bo whistle, it's time to move out 
This mo' clear, we disappear and punch the big shootouts 
Another slaughter, you're block was blown clear out the water 
I land in your soldiers like dickin' your daughter 
Don't bother beggin' me for no forgiveness 
I'm in this to win this and takin' care of business 
A witness to these murderous conspiracies 
Will be found, dead to the ground and chopped with Glocks on both their 
Knees 
So please don't sweat the technique, it's the way I was trained 
Murder men dictatin' minds like Hitler dumpin' Hussein 
I bring the pain, til I will remain the top ace 
Make you kiss my pinky ring then smack him dead in his face 
'Cause I'm a rideah (and we'll just slide up and dump)

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