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(feat. C-Bo, Dru Down, Yukmouth) [C-Bo] Look at them looking like them know me that a bitch you can blow me Gun in my holster proceed with caution when you approach us Mob boss with a strong arm fuck the long arms I swinging a ferrari bomb weed and Bacardi Big fees now Shit be wild got the bullet proof hummer in a fifty cal Bulletproof vest can't rest the west is death I stress The armani with the merclessnes Yea I flip ritz in a click That comes with minis niggas gun till they done with them I never flip the hair I smear I can't draw the homies like eternal affair but on the down low You know how the round go respect have a nigga wet up with ammo You was then they let off more shots than big trick playa hate this Cuz we labeled the shitness [Yukmouth] Labeled a boss a nigga with that make more moves than talk When a nina busts with no discretion Wet'em up they bark a nigga that said first a luny Is what it cost to be the boss we floss the life is hard These phoney ass niggas and fake ass broads No laws hate that nigga that ball but fuck them all They can suck the balls of a nigga that bucks the toughness Letras de cancionesThat calls of big as this we the mob for the village and 8 cons Shoot up your squad with teflons I'm above the law Just like steven segal I'm break their balls off in three In your hall I can't be lost bitch I can't be tossed Guns let off niggas and blue tape your money is lost I control the start of the race these niggas about to do I'm the boss [Chorus: x2] I'm a boss bitch I spark you hood with a boss I'm a boss can get tossed by niggas above the law I'm a boss money talks and bushit walks I'm a boss it takes hard to be the boss I'm a boss bitch I spark you hood with a bitch nigga [Daz] You want to be a bitch nigga and die nigga And get your muthafucking life lost and die on how you'd flossing Ain't nothing I don't like snitches always fonting and bluffing So let a real nigga know something Mama be yo dub less Fuck around with us you get caught up without a vest Scared out that sess smoke chronic or flex with a tech Sweating your homie got checked caught a slug in his neck I don't like niggas that be talking and hollering that bushit I'm a gangster that pull quick yeah I'm already bitch You don't want none of this that nigga daz be droppig all that Gangster shit I pull a hit out sex you gone kill everything In a hit out 100 spokes straight spit out bitch Niggas to get out they gas shit straight out [Dru Down] I had to mp up to being a lil droopy in the hood Fo sho it's dru down for the count making my blahhhhhhhh Triple naked when I'm acting boom take a move every Second thinking about my homie that figured me out Mighty hard to leave you star Cuz shit I see ya'll on stuck like in some tar Balling fast cars and losing I get a new one If lose my chain medallion muthafucka I get a new one It a boss to pay the cost staticly back on track Through a super duper jip I'm a gangster And being a boss is just part of it Dru down ain't no blow up till I pop your bitch [Chorus: x2] I'm a boss bitch I spark you hood with a boss I'm a boss can get tossed by niggas above the law I'm a boss money talks and bushit walks I'm a boss it takes hard to be the boss I'm a boss bitch I spark you hood with a bitch nigga From Letras Mania