Verse 1
[C-bo]
Yea nigga back in yo face with the twenty gauge
My nigga mike mosley coming double dib dough
Muthafuckas cant cope
C-bo is going to preach some street knowledge
To the young niggas out there
YouknowhatI’msaying
Put you up on what’s going down in the nine tre
So we gonna do this way this hour
On the muthafuckas like this main
We hit the garage 4 deep then we backed out
Windows up in the cut getting tacked out
Summer times vacation, hoes waiting
For me to bend the block on them triple gold daytons
But I ain’t tripping off no groupie ass hoochie
Cuz where I’m from they catch luggies
Free loading ass hoes on the bumper jocking
As I hit the block fishtailing and rocking
Clowning like a muthafucka let the top down, we don’t pound
Shaking the whole town
Pulled in the light now that I’m living nappy
Fuck the stash spot strapped with my big daddy
Liquor store here we go
Got my fo on my side of my waste to be safe just in case a
Knuckle head punk tried to jack
So I can step back and bust him form my big mack

Chorus
Trying to survive
And the fishes do or die
Rolling 4 deep
Strapped with my four five

Verse 2
[C-bo]
Got to be strapped youknowwhatI’msaying
Cuz muthafuckas coming from all over to get these gold thangs
So I’m going to live like this
We striked up out the parking lot
Drinking left
I see some niggas in a vette giving up dap
They smoked them up at the stop sign I’m breaking gas
I hit the pedal wit the dumber than half I stick my ass
That’s when I cracked my top
Crazy horse of course
Bo’s with the drunk driving sport
But I’m going to keep it low profile
Between my lap look up at the cops and smiled
I try to block the evil thoughts in my head
Creeping close range pulling a gat leaving them dead
But I think I’ll take the other route
Which is the under route mugging as I turned my music down
Cuz they can’t stand to see four black g’z
High sighing in the drop living nappy
But let the bo loc get further
Before they had me awoling for murder
Dub pass the pledging dome from the back seat
Dank G hit it for ten hold it for twenty
Exhaled the smoke
I feel the chronic tears drop slowly down my cheek
As I choked
I had to pulled to the curb because of the herb
Got my forty five paranoid high as a bird

Chorus
Trying to survive
And the fishes do or die
Rolling 4 deep
Strapped with my four five
[C-bo]
Nigga can’t handle the muthafucking dank
Come on man let’s go

Verse 2
[C-Bo]
Breaking’em off proper for the nine tre
Pack a chopper creep with my prey with the ak
If you act hungry I pull the glock feed ya
But I’m 4 deep so the bo don’t need ya
Pray to your LORD as I come through the front door
Now I’m in the house every song’s is hard core
Put the tape in the deck phat ass respect
Anyone that move t slap they neck
Just another G from the dark streets
Where shadows get beat down to the concrete
We pulled the hoo ride from the under
Cuz underground funk makes the white punks wonder
How did we bump five thousand heads in one night
It’s just another muthafucking o-tre solicide
Turned my back to the crowd saying I’m foul
Cuz they know that bo’s been at this gangsta shit for a while
So I keep my crowd hype
Pulling out the nine make the crowd jumped twice twice
Then we four deep outie five smoking blunt to block
They hear the gold thangs choking

Chorus