C-Bo the way he came on was so hard
I breaks them off with this gangster war story tale
Stacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mac 12
When I slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumping insane
Call me Bo Loc Major Pain, gun-slang and moving 'caine
I be the nikka that pulling a trigger and dumping the hot ones up in your brain





