Artist: C-bo
Album: Autopsy
Song: Autopsy
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Chorus:
Big high drama street three uhh drama street big high drama street

Verse 1
[C-Bo]
Well it's the fucking au-topsy niggas going off like kadafi
Throwing bodys in hammer directly taz from the hk
Hanging over the boat the canary yellow trey I'm fully
Putting in work for my hood doing dirt it's all good
The body's off the stretcher so the sergical pecker gets to
Step open to get what kind cap smoked him on his belli
Face lips blue body's bloating homicide snatching off his case
By the feds the last speed highway chase by the feder al there
I'm not the nigga to fuck with so ck the fuck off me
Hit his nose off cut his balls off bring the autopsy

Chorus:
Big high drama street three uhh drama street big high drama street
Bring the autopsy

Verse 2
They thought there was a mad man when they were in the sugery room
That dub went up out his eyes head with a spoon
Something that these muthafuckas never seen before
And branded on his chest was a nigga ol stomach full of glue
Lost stuck tube fucked in the game cuz he ain't paid dues
Another pulled a torch that got him knowing in a corner
As they sit in the mourtuary and wait for the rest of the coroners
He's on the stretcher behind ya if the streets leath injected
Off into his mind hydro like doctor slow like off in his ass
With a blast from my grip cash is what got him off in the game
As the autopsy

Chorus:
Big high drama street three uhh drama street big high drama street
Bring the autopsy

Verse 3
Your just another one of my victims so get up
Off in this game of life or death and make a rapping
About this name cuz when they catch you scared of the
Buckshots hit him up in the air six feet quickly
Ripped off his kidneys so take heed to these lyrical
Vocals that I slang and break fourth on the track off
The autopsy tank you can bet is on a creep for thoughs
Who supposedly wanna B.G. like bo so when you see yourself
Losing everything you love holding up caughing up piss and hood
It ain't shit you can do but rest in peace in the next muthafucka
You meet is me the autopsy of the corner of the bo loc
Laying the hoody sheets down from sac town to florida
You can fuck with every man but you can't admire phycopaht
Corner scraping of you off your eyes that be autopsy

Chorus:
Big high drama street three uhh drama street big high drama street
Bring the autopsy