Attacked by Assassins

[Verse 1: C-Bo] And we be blastin', smash shit for the loot I, empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe Ain't no half-steppin', it's West Coast til I die Keepin' the bundle and never fumble my 4-5 With only one life to live, nigga we're still ridin' We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply Fuck the 455, big benzes and expeditions If I die when I ride, don't leave shit to them bitches [Verse 2: Ridah] I raise my right hand with a Tek In my left I swear I'll ride til my death [?] Til I rest I'll be that young smooth assassin Run with trues we're blastin Snatchin up money bags in organized crime fashion Mafioso's mashin', now Homicides is askin' "Who did the blastin? Was is it the Mob Figaz smashin?" Ridin' with no mask , jobs can't be soppy Grippin' the barrel with the gloves to bust you with my Tommy [Verse 3: Hussalah] Now I'm a savage young nigga with a chopper Motivated by Mob-type tactics that blow your block up Represent, the cops be out the gate like every time Me and the Mob Figaz'll do the dirt and choke the 9's Straight savage's up on the grind But a cross a dwelling lavishly Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya Smell the aroma We gon' ride til we die Ain't no glory in lettin' it slide [Chorus: C-Bo] For all you punks that never heard of these And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas We ridin' til we die Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's (Ridin' til we die) For all you punks that never heard of these And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these Niggas we ridin' til we die Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's (Ridin' til we die) [Verse 4: Ap.9] And I'm from Killafornia I best to warn ya you'll end up like Freddy Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin' three-deep in Chevy AP-9, Bo and the Ridah, we pull licks on the bitch Haven't you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip Pitch black tint, ain't takin no mo' shit Gotta get these niggas with my chop And hit the block and scoop they knots And leave they whole block chalked up, got closed off On 454's they hit the block and then I got gone [Verse 5: Fed-X] I'm never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers Mackers in jackers, po' pimps, 9 packers Got these ballers and scholars, livin lawless, my niggas' flawless Niggas with knowledge representin' they ground of college Watch Aki recoupe, pimpin' ho's and stackin' loot How much scrilla can I hustle up? Foldin my figures Dottin' my decimals with commas behind my O's, so.... [Verse 6: The Jacka] You see thangs never work out the way I planned Cos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights A magnet to drama and addicted to street life I soldiers paradise, slip in this game and pay the price I watched the sun glisten off his ice, caught him slippin' Uni Macka the Jacka, young thief in the night Dangerous mind still lookin for a sign or a clue As to what the fuck I'm fins to do If this rap game don't lock for me Life might as well stop for me Convicted fellon from 2-11's so niggas call me Jacka Ridin' til I die on you bastards [Chorus: C-Bo] For all you punks that never heard of these And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas We ridin' til we die Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's (Ridin' til we die) For all you punks that never heard of these And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these Niggas we ridin' til we die Ain't lettin' shit slide, dumpin' 4-5's (Ridin' til we die) [Verse 7: 151] We ridin practice on swell Pushin luxury with no els, floss je-wels Professional baller, all about the dollars And when you holler? We hit like pits, attackin' collars Ridin' with the 4-5, I'm shady and connivin' Choose dyin' before I be a punk to this shit Dump when you funk with the clique 'Cause if you slide, then you slip Hollow tips rip chests to confetti, turn branch to spaghetti Smash off like Andretti, are you ready? [Verse 8: C-Bo] It ain't no runnin' in a war, we hardcore Steadily toe-taggin' bodies, yeah, we're dyin' some mo' No respect to dump Tek's, smashin' in Apollo Supersports Cashin 'em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York On a mission for mail, court and million dollar bails Diamond je-wels, pushin' 500 SL's I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's [Verse 9: Ridah] I'm ready to ride so slide, who need the pistol? Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals I heard Bo whistle, it's time to move out The smoke clear, we disappear but persevere in shootouts Another slaughter, you're block was blown, clear out the water Hot lead in your soldiers like dick in your daughter Don't bother beggin' me fo' no forgiveness I'm in this to win this and takin care of business A witness to these murderous conspiracies'll be found Beat to the ground and shot with Glocks on both their Knees So please don't sweat the technique, it's the way I was trained Murder men dictator minds like Hitler [?] Hussein I bring the pain, to your number one mane, your top ace Make him kiss my pinky ring and smack him dead in his face 'Cause I'm a Ridah... (And we'll just slide up and dump)