C-Bo - Desperado Outlaws lyrics

[Verse 1] Ballin in a 600SL Drop top with the fat V12 Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong n***as can't f** cos I crush em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 caliber Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya Pistol weighs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene Like morphine and h**n, I'm the sh** Every dope fiend needs a hit Gangs need to stick at this gangsta sh** To take that monkey off their back and have em hittin licks I'm the neighbourhood's drama Dead man's trauma like O-Dogg and Kane I'm loc to the brain, got the afro padded Fully automatic decrease the statics Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it [Chorus](x2) Desperado outlaws thru the dirt Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets Goin head up, with s**ers all psyched up in heat [Verse 2] Murder, murder, k**, k** California's the state where most caps get peeled Back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher Three strike law got us livin under pressure Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9 Got his back smokin, crack that a** open Bullet holes the size of a token Got his a** chokin on piss and blood Crooked a** piggies don't get no love, uhh Life or d**h, a .4-5 Smith & Wess I had that nappy-headed a** stretched If you try to jack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin Clips full of Teflons, loc'd out and crazy And they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh [Chorus] [Verse 3] Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on .4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman Bates, no trace, no murder case Innocent like OJ House n***as get scoped by the revolution shooters f** *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper Cos he wanna send all n***as to the pen Thinkin that they f**ed but Gz don't bend Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can s** a dick And f** John Green, for bein prejudiced Never liked rap, and did a n***a from a scrap Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies [Chorus]