Dem Bustas-C-Block

Dem Bustas - C-block (*Helicopter propeller*) (Whisper getting louder) Real ni**a Real ni**a Real ni**a Real ni**a (C-Murder) Real motherf**kin ni**a (C-Murder - in background) From the motherf**king Deadly Sounds On to the motherf**king Beats By The motherf**king Pound Ni**a I walk with a real motherf**kin dirty gun with a motherf**king round B**ch! Chorus (2x): Real niggas and we ride on them bustas We some real niggas scream f**k them motherf**kers (C-Murder) I smoke w**d, when my mind gone, I aint tripping Bullets flipping, young ni**a bout that hollow chipping Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at Got them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack Drop top 6 all black with the black tints I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10 A dollar short and I'm coming bout to have these fools running Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home Magnolia projects, straight from Clebourne In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you A ticket to the morgue (ni**a) after they kill you F**k the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya I'm a real ni**a and I ride on them bustas, I'm a Chorus (2x) (Magic) What Sh*t!!! I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real Ni**a give me the strap and get in the back This shits is about to get real!!! (Ch Ch Chh) I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher They founded out I can rap and they told me put down the strap ands Now I'm getting paper screaming 9th WARD I real in this sh*t, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm So now when i ride I take the nine with (nine with me) It don't take less than 2.5 to get me (Ha ha ha) I'm with C, I'm with Serv, and we smoking on some herb Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve Who gone ride with me (my niggas) Who gone die with me (my niggas) Who gone bust at these cowards with me Who gone ride with me (my niggas), I'm a Chorus (2x) (Mr. Serv On) Now Ke'Noe religious a** lay this fire a** motherf**king track oughta spare ride on you motherf**kers (ride) But I got a little something to take to these motherf**kers you them niggas them bullet suckers (b**ch a**) You know them niggas that say they ain't scared to die but they'll take a bullet? (Come On, You Scared) Well C and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger I got ready to get home and sound some loot I'ma pull it, just to think I got this motherf**king tank by signing a contract (Hell No) B**ch you better get your motherf**king mind right Ask Me how the f**k I act! I was riding on niggas block when you niggas was still running from the cops (b**ch a**) I done made a little motherf**king money so you think that sh*t gonna really make me stop (sh*t, never ni**a never) I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherf**king bleed (Come on T.R.U.!) So every drop that hit the ground ni**a, for every round in the tank ni**a you know I believe (believe) I done got bad on this motherf**king microphone (Hell Yeah!) But if C call me ni**a and take one of you niggas home f**k, ride ni**a, ha what (Lets Roll!) We some Chorus (4x) F**k all them motherf**king b**ch a**, punk a**, playa hating p**sy (F**kin Right Ni**a Ya Heard Me!) motherf**kers out there talking sh*t Cause when I run up on you motherf**kers, you bound to get your motherf**king wig split (bloom, bloom) Ol' soft a**, cheesy, funky, dirty, ol' shoe wearing dirty motherf**king poot stain draws b**ch a**, yellow belly motherF**KERS, BIATCH! (Ride On Dem Bustaz) That means you b**ch (Screamin F**k Dem Motherf**kers) 3rd ward, 9th ward ni**a No Limit, cause I'm in it Ni**a Ke'Noe, again on the motherf**king beat-o! Deadly sounds ni**a incognito! B**ch!