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lirik lagu c-bo - john doe

[hook: c~bo]
f~ck that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome
f~ck that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome

[verse 1: c~bo]
that n~gga’s a b~tch
that n~gga’s a snitch
they gon’ find that n~gga f~cked up, duct~taped, b~tt~naked in a ditch
shoulda plead the fifth cause this might be the last deal
better eat good cause tonight just might be your last meal
cause my k!llas gon’ eat that
when they see that, decease that
when they see that, release that
.40 cal in his chest like “keep that”
if the n~gga blink once, repeat that
gon’ send him to his maker
caretaker just close the casket, even do his make~up
f~ck n~gga done f~cked up
and he know that when they bucked up
had his last breath get sucked up
then his eyes freeze and they stuck up, like
daaaamn, dead man walking
cause i ain’t never ever seen a dead man talking
buck 50, that’s it, baby
lorena bobbit, now kiss the babies
my n~ggas lit, they sick and crazy
busting at them fake n~ggas ever since the 80s
stuffed in trash bags, duct~taped
switchblade, you f~cked mane
if you afraid of god then he’d spare your life
but to a nut, to k!ll you it’s nothing
[hook: c~bo]
f~ck that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome
f~ck that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome

[verse 2: tech n9ne]
a real k!ller won’t tell you that he comin’
that’s why when you on my celly steady wolfing like a woman it’s funny
cause when you summoned the one who’s stunning with gunning
hear my governor humming the minute you get to running
it’s f~cked up when a n~gga next of kin
death threats, no it ain’t the way you text a friend
let’s begin, he must be ready for tech to sin
on a soyboy that must had a lot of estrogen
i was in vegas chilling, every day just billing
used to be homies, they tripping ’cause i made this mil’ and
they wanna spray this villain, ’cause i made an outrageous k!lling
they want my money [yo, are they just ill and]
they ain’t got no stock in this strange sh~t
made the n~ggas that can’t hang, sit
how you claim this and got lame spit
n~gga just had to look, you can’t bang, b~tch!
biting the hand that fed you was the utmost disrespect
n~ggas i used to trust though, dissed the tech
okay, but when i bust jokes hit the deck
ain’t with me ’cause you suck? so disconnect~ed
if you think you tough, hoes get reject~ed
i’m a n~gga, what, four~fifth~protect~ed
i don’t give a f~ck, pros get the check, n~gga!
don’t be hitting my phone
like i got something you own
used to be young, now we grown
you didn’t make it, your rhythm could never stay on
c~bo hit me but he didn’t hit you for this song
cause you never was properly flown
so if you think that you running up on me with the chrome
that’s gonna be when your children say “daddy gone”
[hook: c~bo]
f~ck that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome
f~ck that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
that n~gga, he john doe
mag .44 put a tag on his toe
like, that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
that n~gga gone
when i see him i’ma hit him with the nickel plated chrome

[verse 3: t~nutty]
(look)
bo say f~ck that n~gga? then it’s f~ck that n~gga
can’t show no love to these suckas, n~gga
‘specially the ones that be talking and snitching all off on my business discussion, n~gga
with the business like a russian, n~gga
get to busting, why you fussing, n~gga?
9/11, get that cussing
got you n~ggas ducking, like daffy and plucky n~gga
you’s a lucky n~gga, saved by the bell
told on the homie, now we gotta pay bail
layin’ in a cell finna raise h~ll
thinking bout his scrill, how to feed his kids in a white man’s world
when n~ggas cross game it’s a cold thang
thought he got away but somebody told his whole name
caught him with a k and a little bit of cocaine
find out where he stay and it’s on
that n~gga gone, that n~gga gone
f~ck that n~gga, he john doe
so it’s rat~tat~tat and getting bombed on
gorillas in the buildings walking on banana peelers
tryna catch a n~gga slipping, “there he go!” and get to tripping
even if a n~gga crippin he don’t matter if he snitching
he gon have to get some stitches when the mob gon get the job done
f~cking with top guns
you n~ggas acting like b~tches, stay close to a fence, it’s to hop one
with the sh~t cause i’m [top?] son, on the blocc, i still live by the code
i can’t f~ck with you if you ever told
keeping it real is [a feeling to go]

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