C-Bo - Black 64 lyrics

Black six-four, gold Daytons roam And hit the block non stop n***a straight out bone And just pa**ing through, didn't have no strap Point my finger at your a**es says smoke like that Hit your enemy block, rolling four cars deep Two Chevs, one 'Lac and a IROC-Z Riding low shotgun gauge ready to peel Windows down, top drop, bumpin' Realer Than Real Hit the block, gauge co*ked, hangin' over the do' Seven shot, one squeeze, ride pump, ya know? Never slip in the streets of the Garden Block 'Cause muthaf**as get smoked a lot Hit the flow and I come, you try to run you get gunned down Four deep on the creep, I'm about to put your a** to sleep And ain't no sense in locking up the door 'Cause one kick from one the cliques we'll be in that hoe So make way as I unload my A-K on your house Then degrade as I take one of your closest family members out It's the Bo, I thought you knew, oh punk you didn't know? Well meet my forty-four (four, four, four, four) Face to face we shoot out with the next hood On the creep, they say the Bo-loc's no good And it's your a** that got me pulling a mask, popping a cap Want me to tap daddy on that a** with my mask? It's all for one and one for all f**ing with the Bo and I'll be bustin' and getting AWOL Pulling a gat, going in for the big jack Caught them fools on they back Woke them up with the mac, now give me the scrap 'Cause that's how we living in ninety-three I watch my back plus I'll be strapped 'cause ain't no jacking see So don't try, this punk tried denyin' I knew was lying I started firing, now one at a time they all retirin' Close range, living in strange, can't be tame I pull the mac and take the police out the f**ing game I been a slave, and I ain't going back Police jacked with the intentions to sendin' it back