C-BO - Here We Come, Boy! lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ain't no runnin my thugs in coming to come gunning

Running down pound for pound dumping them rounds

Catching a beatdown these outta town niggas stay thuggin

Mustlin and hustlin to try to keep from strugglin

Bubblin on the block with a mouth fulla rocks

Packin a glock with jackers plotin on the spot

We ride till we die bullets fly through the night

We load clips spit hollow tips till they all ride or they all cry

I thank the LORD for my living

You hollering and ballering without a dam thing giving

I'm rolling with thugs in the v thugs on dubs and no love

If you don't get money like a scrub if your money ain't right

You better fall boy

If your money is tight you gone fall boy

I'm from that westside where we ride

Throw your dubs in the sky fuck'em all we ball till we ride

[Chorus x2]

Here we come, boy

Better raise up off the spot

Here we come, boy

Better hide or not

Here we come, boy

Why you cuffing that broad

She gone lose or choose the nigga that got it all

[Verse 2]

Hummers we come gunning them down drastic

Blasted the bastards off they muthafucking asses

Closed casket toward those that want to have it

Fuck a speech make peace in the street with automatics

I'm starvin like marvin niggas so fuck fast

I'm getting mines with my gun with my mask straight mashing

Ride by you bitches watching that ass cry

If I ride on you niggas you better blast or die

Smash or fry I'm in jail raising heck

Put down your gauge and rag nigga and get mail get mail

You's money is funny cuz you's a dummy

On the block hop on your veins nose all runny

Cloths all bummy your hoes all on me

And it's all for the milk and honey I count money like a bank teller

It's all mines in this gangster shit I'm the greatest of all time

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

Witness to hurder me never I stay focused

Blast till they disappear like rukus fukus

To escape death is hopeless

I open fire with teflons on you bitches till you smoke us

Reminiscing on my past days addicted to my bastard ways

I'll be a thug till my casket lays

Dear LORD will you help me escape prison

Success and freedom is my only possible mission

Tried to violate my freedom of speech pete kip

They punk violation was weak eat a dick bitch

Didn't think a thug could rise above skies

It made me to push a bently witness me drive by and fuck parole

Till I fold all you pinkies against me

I opened fire like gerano I pack a glock and lick shots

Like 'Pac on cops and won't stop till they all drop punk bitch

[Chorus]