C-Bo - d**h Rider'z lyrics

Now that a n***a's seen money, sh** I can smile and laugh I got 20's on my bentley An iron cage in front of my pad And I still mean muggin Throw up west-side in my photo shoot And got TV's, 20's and DVDs in my photo coupe Got a stash spot in the airbag For when the po-po's snoop Steady mobbin on the k**a route Quick to blast like Pac did in Juice I'm split proof With the bulletproof and the gin n juice Still mash with the men in blue And stay strapped down with a mac-10 or two Now how you wanna do it? We can get muddy and bloody I'ma still count cash, count cra** In the middle of the street whoopin n***as a** I'm west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it On the phone with your wife While ya gettin beat down that how I do it I'm a mastermind in crime I cause disaster with one 9 Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time So think twice before you gaffle One pellet to the big apple All your names in one bag Were pullin d**h tickets like a raffle (Chorus) X 4 b**h, I'm a rider for d**h Slide with a tek-9 for respect And a n***a that step gets stepped with a tek So it's best you ride with a vest Homicide be the best bet For the real life with the best threats Surprise, with a tek full of teflons It's westside for d**h Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em Hit the men in blue and I send it to em Let off the deaf one full of teflons Hollowtips spittin straight through em n***as scream one never seen one Send a mini 14 in the street low With no remorse of course I aim The tip of torch and I scream go Haven't you ever heard of a straight k**a? One that makes really quick to break a n***a f** fake n***as and? n***a Leave em abandoned and stranded Hit, by chrome cannon And he bucked and bucked and kicked Like a bull from the next planet They wanna see me talkin bout thug law You a cinderella quick to scrub floors Behind your car door in the war And you've got a 44 Catch me in a four-door range Wicked language with blowed brains With Compton's revered And a east-side ridah no brains This west coast mafia til d**h do us part I don't step on no mark I let the Smith & Wesson bark Who you are? n***a you just a b**h in my book You snitch, and couldn't shook Cus you done bit the hook (Chorus) X 4 Ain't no n***a gon' step on my toes Without gettin bullet holes through his car door Or a broken nose, they say I'm hostile But I'm just raised bloccstyle Don't ever want it n***a, never put my glock down I'm from the town where house parties be known for crackin For 10 minutes, then it happen, n***as cappin and scrappin Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window And it's f** all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo Now, I'm superman and I'm quick to shoot a man If it's teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones I'm out for manslaughter, must I test the water? I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor The hood is like a mini-war, them little??? Now I bang a gang, that I remain to k** lethal Gets critical and it's pitiful Cus money is all I'm in it for In the hood on one knee Strap in my hand yellin what that info (Chorus) X 4