Menace

Artist: C-Bo f/San Quinn
Album: 18 wit a bullet
Song: Forever Thug life
Typed By: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
[C-bo]
They making me a political prisoner taking my feedom of speech
When I got the right to say fuck the police nigga
Like e.z.e I'm a thug nigga with mo scrilla than a drug dealer
Forever kick this gangster shit cuz I love niggas
To all my straight fans I'm pluggin niggas
With 17 hot ones yelling buck them niggas how many on twinz
Sipping henn candy painted blue with the purple face on niche rims
Now fall in haul in mo loot than I can count niggas down
Cuz I'm be coasting threw but fuck pete wilson
You can keep on trying when you done struck mo niggas fool
That they no grind as I'm flying in my drop benz
You created this thug life in the mind of murder men's
Now I'm fucking with quinn from sac to frisco
And when it's full fool pass the blunt and fifth fo

Chorus:
[San Quinn]
Life of a thug forever drug life
Mobbing fuck parole we in a drug life
With felony convictions for my third strike
And still hustle from the night to the daylight nigga
Life of a thug forever thug life
Until they catch me I'm a ball and my shoot niggas kites
Sitting in the penitentury love them forever-a
Doing it once again so I'm doing it do or die
LORD forgive me

Verse 2
[San quinn]
Ain't no peace in the game in the city by the bay
And in the ghetto where niggas do the wheel slang hop weed and yay
Where niggas believe slanging ounces like you
Richie me and c-bo be leathal macking on niggas bitches
Northern cali like two bitches like a picture of fed
Infered on your head even if you fled you still blend
If we coming raw ruffed and rugged still shining with no budget
Hold no grudges push the quinn never budges

Verse 3
[C-bo]
No who the fuck that stack ain't gangsters nigga
When we all about revolvers impalas and hoe dollars
My motto is check niggas and break niggas for bad mouth
So let me stand correct and chin check these niggas by the thousands
You know the deal let's keep it real all these hooks pushing platinum
And they ain't even packing a quarter mill
Fling of the hill is where I remain flat alley slang keys in the valley
Of the capital of killa cali

Verse 4
[san quinn]
Coming down like faggot hussien
Can't predict standing with a tech in hand
And shaky men that wanna trip standing on the front line
Busting rhymes like bullets in battle serious about this mafia shit
We trying to get that shadow we getting it
Consist of black and brown men found the end of the joint
Has now begin with the lips of quinn count your sin
You either do it or you don't move over coke or make you
Go for reprecautions we be busting instantly
Defensivly they say we in the penitentury with no get back
Holding because we spit raps spit wigs and bust caps
Check the legitamit taxing ain't no ghetto taxes
From the president you bastard I make you move like marvin
GOD bless me I'm starving
I balled before I was walking we talking I'm soon to be balling
All in your face smobbing you got a problem we can handle it
Me and my family been known to get scandolus like nigga what