Artist: C-bo
Album: Tales from the crypt
Song: Murder That He Ritt

Verse 1
[C-bo]
I don’t know judo
But down with you know
Strapped with two glocks
Gone on some uhh no
Headed for that party on the southside
Fo’ deep in a rag top deep six five
Hecka bitches hanging out the window killa cali
Style 850 benzo
Hoes don’t stap
Cuz niggas been involved in crack since the mack
Packing a gat and won’t think twice to bust a cap
Sporting a rim like freddy kruguer
So trigga happy shootas
All strapped down with two rugars
I pulls over hit the juice from my ride
I gots front back side to side
In the murder that he ritt

Chorus

Verse 2
[C-bo]
I’m a born Soulja to these heck made streets
In my dreams
In my back somebody is murdering me
I’m waking up in cold sweat
Every little noise
I’m hopping out the bed
Reaching for my tech
And on the streets better hide on paranoia
Looking for the neighborhood destroyers
I rather murder than dazed and confused
Celebrating my birthday in the news
I drop tears for my dead homies
And dig years trying to get my money
And pack a tech for you phonies and
Dem mines on a only
Turing muthafuckas in a rest in peace homies
In the murder that he ritt

Chorus

Verse 3
[C-bo]
See I a G from the block
And when it’s funk it’s on
I be the nigga with the strap to your homies dome
Head button
Crushing them bones
With that H k buck’em
Send they ass dome
Retaliating be some out of state negroes
Decapitating afros and steel toes
Still some more hard core killas
Balling dope dealers
Two lex willa
The real dilla
Bell in your hood like thrilla
You either killa or vacate
Or get killed by the killa
Now what do you prefer
It’s better if you disperse
Or be the next verse
In the murder that he ritt

Chorus

Verse 4
Now here come the big gangsta
Hopin out the regal
Pants sagging
Phat pockets egal
Fifty cali style stacking them g’z by the pound
Sipping ameretta
Packing a throw away beretta
I’m in it to win it since the beginning
So when I pose dripping slugs
With my fo fo leaving niggas froze
It’s fuck you hoes in a mind of a phyco
Kicking out rides when the lights go
I do my time in the cell block
For selling rocks
I rather let the cops shellshock than get popped
So next time I’ll protect mine with my tech nine
Having wrecked time
They cain’t check mine