Artist: C-bo
Album: Gas Chamber
Song: Black 64
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Verse 1
(C-bo)
Black 64 gone daytons roam
And hit the block non stop
Niggas straight out boneing
Just passing through
Didn’t have no strap
Point my finger at your asses says it smoke like that
Hit your enemy block
Rolling four car deep
Two shells one lap and a
I rock z
Riding low shotgun
Gauge ready to peel
Windows down
Top drop
Up realer than real
Hit the block gauge cocked
Hanging over the door
Seven shot one skeeze ride pump your nose
Never slip in the streets of the Garden block
Cuz muthafuckas get smoked a lot
Hit the flow and I come
You try to run you get gunned down
Fo deep on the creep
I’m about to put your ass to sleep
And ain’t no sense in locking up the door
Cuz one kid from one the cliques will be in that hoe
So make way
As I unload my ak upon your house
Then degrade
As I take one of your closest family members out
It’s the Bo
I thought you knew
Ohh punk you didn’t know
Well me my 44 fo fo fo fo
Face to face we shoot out
With the next hood
On the creep they say
The Bo loc’s no good
And it’s your ass
That got me pulling a mask
Popping a cap
Will want me to tap
Daddy on that ass with my lap
It’s all for one and one for all
Fucking with the Bo and I will be buzzeding getting awol
Pulling a gat and going for the big jack
Caught them fools on their back
Woke them up with my mack
Now give me the scrap
Cuz that’s how we living in 9 3
I watch my back cuz I’ll be strapped
Cuz there ain’t no jacking see
So don’t try
Those punks that night I knew was lying
I started firing
Now when they time they all time
Close range living in strange
Can’t be taimed
I pull the mack and take the fucking police out the fucking game
I’ve been a slave
And I ain’t going back
Police jacked with the intentions
To send it back