C-Bo - Forever Thuggin lyrics

[Hook] "All I ever wanted was to be a thug and hustlin was all I knew" Forvever thuggin I keep my mind focus and risin above skys Thug til i die slang d** til I ride Will I ever fly or will I die from a drive by Witness my victims ride til they die Dear LORD will you ever forgive a n***a's sin Cause I stay surrounded with trigger men I'm in pushing the finest loads I'mma thug by nature they got these They got me trapped in Seattle sleepness I'll make you muthaf**as reap this And any n***as want to ride on me Set fourth and you could die on me Bullets fly like the fourth of July torches in the sky Chorus: 2x You n***as wanna see me falled off get caught up and haulled off Become a victim of a sawed off Life's been full of trifes in ways but soon I see better days Pa** my pistol in weigh with better ways Stay away from all this madness Given through traffic something new Protected by bullet proof close my eyes hoppin that is true Thankin the LORD for all the stress he put me through Teaching me right from wrong don't want to spend life from home Cause in the water it's so hard to breath Plus the LORD for my baby girl got to get her ready for this crazy world Ain't nuthin worse than a lazy girl got to get your mind right First and learn to love school and believe in everything you do forever thuggin Chorus: It's g'z up hoes down though they slang kilos and pounds Stay flossin the whole town navigators and tv's in em Can't believe it when you see me in em with the six changing dvd's in em Since day one always been a trife a** n***a And ain't none changed but the change 4.6 range blew our brains, phat house on the hill Now they call me C-boss because I be playing with about six mills Since my deal with warlock f** some pork chops Taking Lobsters tossing wine gla**es with the mobsters Off shore bank accounts swiss have a n***a piss Dam can you imagine this thug n***a wit my money than That uhh n***a and that mexican bored brotha wit a plug n***a I'm flooded n***a don't be crystall bud n***a beenie kap pistal Straight gangsta baby don't get it twisted And this fast stack I'm hold ain't foldin all Chorus: 2x