Artist: C-bo
Album: One Life 2 Live
Song: kill em up

Verse 1
[C-bo]
You niggas ain't shit acting like bitches mad at the loc
Cuz I'm all about my riches cash my flow and peanuts
And still gangbang with the G block and when it's on
We fuck a nigga drop your shit cuz ain't no future in resisting
Can get blasted something drastic off to your casket
And you can take it how you want to punk
29th street till I die paint it on cuz
I can bouncing on the dainers
And nigga fucked around and got famous
And now we got the ak's aimed at us and we ain't did shit
But clocked the major grip
Coming up fast like the dogg pound and the click
Stacking major loot independantly so when I swoop through
They remember me back in 83 on a ten speed serving dubs
Giving love to all the dope feen I like my money
Coming at a steady pace keep my bitch strapped down
With a duce five and a can of makes bring loot to the house
By the G'z acting hard really balling like keys
Bust houses with the lexus interior on the couches
Send my crew to the mosh pit 20,000
Cuz I'm nothing but a baller and they hate it
Because we made it killin em up

Chrous:
Everybody on the east side everybody on the west side
Everybody on the north side everybody on the south side

Verse 2
We biggity blast with big guys on the tump we hit back
So prepare for the funk front doors get kicked
Families get hit ak's get passed out hoods get lit
Ain't no half stepping fools get clocked
With the close range and the big time jump
The ghetto flight up cuz you already dead found with a
Mausburg taped to your head talk shit or get your skied quick
On the realler crack these with an ak with sudios
That's strapped to your head yelling raise up off these
8 shot wide pump with that infered beam
KnowwhatImean I got to have that money green
If by selling home grown robberies come clean they
Face down in the street my guys get bucked bust a beat
Throw G'z nigga

Chrous:
Everybody on the east side everybody on the west side
Everybody on the north side everybody on the south side

Verse 3
23 years ol pockets on swoll sitting at the stop light
Bouncing on white and go hoes on froze front wheels coasting
Slap that ass hit that gas three wheel motion
Much dump in the trunk and when it's funk I get the dumping
With my mauss pump hoes still at it hitting you up
With the two fingers spreaded to get my blast on something heavy
So when you holler funk make way ak's get sprayed
Through your house on Mother's day
So break them off something proper ak ten ninety chopper
Get deep off in that ass but I'll just blast
And somebody already dropping some nigga freeze at ease
The G as these hollow tips rip throught your fucking knees
It's that hoo ride kunicide mission kidnap suran rap in ditches
Hitting switches fucking with they bitches
And playa hate me six feet deep ress in piss bitch fuck
You homies that drama fuck'em all ress in piss as we hit the door
And buck'em all killa mad man much power
Being scoped by the white boys on the tower running packs
And never been a coward put the stick and devower
We stompin in steel toes and ill those that's supposed to be hoes
And only hoes that we knows because they fold for our reload
And tear that ass up like hold

Chorus