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raised in hell `c bo`

featuring Big Syke Verse One: C Bo I was born in hell without a pistol Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4 5?

hard labor `c bo`

the game Test me, you ain't Hussein Outlaw like Josey Wales Too tough to try to change C-Bo, they take me, change no We just slow at home Ready for war plus we deadly Verse 2: [Young Noble - Outlaw

survival 1st `c bo`

Verse 1: (C-Bo) It could be the napalm, droppin' non stop bombs, Armed like vietnam, dominatin' like King Kong. Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start blastin'.

fo ridas `c bo`

million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack from 'ol skool seven-deuce Chevy's an glass packs representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in

big gangsta `c bo`

[Featuring Laroo Lil' Bo The Mob Figgas] I see so many murders in these Cali streets I load the strap in the battle won wit death to get beat who ever thinks of defeat? When in ??? ???

ghetto flight `c bo`

[Featuring Pizzo] [C Bo] It's 1994 gang bangin' done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out On the concrete with internal bleedin' Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo

gas chamber `c bo`

(Verse1) It's time to drop the gas from the chamber Niggas on AWOL rearrange your Face with the quickness And it's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit So you better watch your

Mississippi Bo Weavil1 Blues `Charley Patton`

Sees a little boll weevil2 keeps movin' in the, Lordie! You can plant your cotton and you won't get a half a bale, Lordie Bo weevil, bo weevil, where's your native home?

357 `c bo`

Verse 1 (C Bo) My first name is Smith my last name is Wesson but in yo hood I'm known as 357 have yo neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man an have Clark Kent thinkin that he's superman wit six

desperado outlaws `c bo`

Ballin in a 600SL drop top with the fat V12 Money hella long smoke blunts not a bong Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread

all i ever wanted `c bo`

[Featuring Lunasicc 151] Chorus: C Bo All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes A Lexus a mansion and eternal life Maybe what it was I was askin for too much Prayin to God thinkin 'did he give a fuck

can we all ball `c bo`

the town But we brung shit like Hitler bail em with a Sigma Switch with the first shot gotta check the spot Burnin rubber out the parkin lot pointin out the window Stuck off indo bumpin my nigga C

boo yow `c bo`

We like to murder in combat war on the streets .4 5 Glock 40's on sight to see Me and the homies run deep like a wild pack of wolves Attack like the Congo's when niggas talk bull Better step and

money by the ton `c bo`

And every hundred dollar bill weigh a gram and there's 28 grams in an ounce and there's 16 ounces in a pound How many pounds is it in a ton? Got to be about your uhh uhh uhh.....

deadly game `c bo`

never was no choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors Maybe that's why the one time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life When I ain't even done nothin wrong off icer I have no in

professional ballers `c bo`

Killa Tay [Marvaless] Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't no tellin who we're bailin Kentucky Texas ATL strikin in

til my casket drops `c bo`

ride til they rue with the attitude of 'fuck the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in

Bo Bo Bo `Boogie Down Productions`

Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well seven

real niggas `c bo`

featuring Mob Figgas Verse One: C Bo Twenty five years old still tryin to make a livin off a one live then they're only slugs give a nigga Fuck holes in my chest took my last breath I squeeze

BO$$ `Fifth Harmony`

gettin\' Oprah dollas Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin\' Oprah dollas Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin\' Oprah dollas Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin\' Oprah dollas C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T

Raised `HOLLIN`

I was raised on the dark we taken enervation and with I hesitation I was born feet in the dust I built my refutation far for recunation And If I have to our lift my sell up to the heavens our take you

no pain no gain `c bo`

* called for Bo-Loc As I ride, ride til I die Best to hide, nigga, when I hit your block I bring death on the suckers when my Glock is cocked I got hops in my Coupe, a pocket full of loot and it don't

Raised In Hell `Venom`

Raised in hell's infernal flame raised to rule on earth Crucify the martyrs soul To give the infant birth Hearts of titans powerful Fighting the good fight Lillith puts him to her breast And holds

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뒤 다 줄 맞춰 내가 지휘할 테니까 교양 없이 듣는 예능 Symphony 오늘은 토요일 무한대를 그려봐 Let’s Go Boom Boom Boom 무슨 말이 필요해 Shut Up And Drop Drop Drop The Bass Drop Drop Drop The Bass 쿵쿵쿵 내 심장을 뛰게 해 더 크게 That that Boom bo

ABC `The Jackson 5`

bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo You went to school to learn girl things you never knew before like I before E except after C and why 2 plus 2 makes 4 now now now I'm gonna teach you teach you

Raising Hell `Run D.M.C.`

Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings We''re raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell rings The king will be praised, and hell will be raised S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won''t be fazed

Re-Rewind `The Artful Dodger`

Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Bo Bo Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The

Shottas (Feat. Sizzla, Cam'Ron) `Juelz Santana`

BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!)

Hell On Wheels `Brantley Gilbert`

Duke Make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license plate A six gun in the dash Is thunder in the hood Heaven from a still Lighter and a jar And brother I'm hell on wheels Said I'm hell on wheels

Recipe Of A Hoe `BO$$`

[Bo$$] Guess who? The down ass bitch BO$$! Speakin' on how ya dick'll be getting' Shot clear the fuck off! If ya keep, talkin' that shit cuz all bitches aint hoes!