Verse 1
[C-bo]
Yea 29th street nigga
None other that that nigga bo loc
YouknowwhatI’msaying
Decade on the set nigga
Respect it or accept it you feel me
From california to seattle I run deep with my cattle
My fo will auto mag will rattle anything that wanna battle
Westcoast mafia ruling in this rap game
For those that different step belly accept the pain
No gain I remain the kingpin
Solo-ist the deadli-est focal-ist
Till none of you suckas can cope with this
So bring your boot like jamal I fades’em all
Foo’ my crew be dangerous just like showt dogs
Hogs from the day one and how to no one
Come with ak’s fifty caliber nine four five mack 10 to tommy guns
Best run and hide from these lyrical homicide drive bys kill niggas by
war
stories
As an outlaw and still despise
Busty ass niggas try to stop me on my paper chase
Getting hit in the face by killa tay with some pepper spray
Lyrics laced down with heron caine and p.c.p. call me the dope man
Ya’ll can’t fuck with me

Chorus 2x
Boy you can’t fuck with me
C-bo maniac L.u.n.i.s. double i c
We just three gangstas
That’s coming up outta sac town
Playing hatas down everytime
They come around

Verse 2
[maniac]