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(feat. AP-9, Spice 1) [C-Bo] I hits em up with a two finger Out the roof of a regal And combat fool I m knowing to pack a Desterin egal Niggas know the rules Under pressure from pete wilson And all these new laws For filling my draws And never pause a straight hog Fuck some dogs we want it all Real nigga third That dump slugs and share hood You know what s up cuz I put the dick in the mud Know the california mind bosses Stay surrounding with thugs Get at me Cuz my shit be a 100% real killas Stranded in the ghetto paying For protecting drug dealers The love niggas Down and dirty that plug niggas Letras de cancionesAnd slug niggas in the face With one of they pistols And mug niggas It s all about the power So I count my money every hour Hope my choppers devower the whole hood line They cower Like the duck hower We leave em plucked fucked and burning Feening fo mo money as the world keeps turning Nigga [Chorus] Round and round as the world keeps turning My enemies burning My enemies jurn these burning When it stops nobody knows I m busting slugs and fo s I m busting slugs and fo s Round and round as the world keeps turning My enemies burning My enemies jurn these burning When it stops nobody knows I m about to catch the do Catch the do [AP-9] My henn full of smoke I broke the flow to a nigga toe Plus I m fresh out of dope I need some mo Cuz that s all I know I be balling till I die They wanna see me fried For being a good guy Through my eyes I m Heck living barely breathing Smoking weed with my og z Ride till I d-i-e Young G blessed in the dope game Big boss and brains Capping a nigga up in the game My niggas with caine living Life in the fast lane Get a job nigga Shoot and rob nigga for scrilla Nation wide thug nigga Me mug niggas and drug nigga And slug niggas for the court phoney And blow they ass up like pretty toney They keep the rollies My ap nine stay cocked My mind military barely scary You make a move your getting buried In the cemetary Thugged out beat it Undefeated better believe it When it s on as the world goes round We blasting niggas with the chromes [Chorus] Round and round as the world keeps turning My enemies burning My enemies jurn these burning When it stops nobody knows I m busting slugs and fo s I m busting slugs and fo s Round and round as the world keeps turning My enemies burning My enemies jurn these burning When it stops nobody knows I m about to cash the do Catch the do [Spice 1] As the world turns We all get paid Some niggas be shot up in graves We stacking these meal tickets and Leaving my enemies froze up and sprayed Mobb cars and training these bitches trying to kill We on some thug shit Niggas be bobbing the steel killing at will We on site and mobbing the fuck out Leaving niggas taking their last breath Money and death Dam my foes in combas stuck in the darkness Mutha mix with half keys Shot em staking in the alley And niggas can t see these natural born killas Up in cali It s hardcore drama Niggas be down up in the streets Streaking heart beats for weeks And enemies won t get no sleep Mob techs and guage Slugs we be dumping to the graves Rearrange muthafucka pay Bossaline with about three thangs And a half a key to spend a daytin Shooting po po up in the basement And tryna to pull a nigga over If muthafucka can t shake him And a nigga won t rest in peace Till my enemies burning Bossaline be bringing the drama As the world keeps turning [Chorus] From Letras Mania