C-Bo - Stompin In My Steel Toes

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[chorus] Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Dual committee stompin' in they steel toes, headed for that murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Pizzo stumpin' in them steel toes, headed for that murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Marvaless is stompin' in them steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) [verse 1: c-bo] Fool, it's that low dawg nigga and this fuck y'all niggas Talkin' shit behind my back and ain't down to bust the cap Claimin' their fame and ain't put no work in Ain't no true soldier, just plain old turf men Broke as a joke, raggedy lax, buttin' smoke Mackers every g, you stack, i'll stack 10 more Only real niggas stack g's, i'm the dog and y'all fleas Hangin' on my nut, tryin' to bite, but gets none of these Cause i'm that og from the guard block And i throw these thangs like a rock Fool, it's on, bumpin', i know you hear me comin' Zap in my lap, sideways on your block, dumpin' Jealous cause the respect i get, you can't get And i'm the dog with it all that won't fuck with y'all, tricks Bring the static, my crew'll let you have it .5 down the pants, now we fully automatic It's war, fool [?] nationwide Og's, and for the next five minutes, down to die You best think quicker, cause when it's on no nigga Bigger gifts than the hits from c-bo the lunatic I stay strong like king kong, it's nothing to blow, just get mine Fool, y'all can trip, but it's still deuce nine And fool, i got my own clique From la to seattle on they way with the whole battleship [chorus] Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liqor store, here we, here we go) Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show Fool, i just don't give a fuck Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liqor store, here we, here we go) Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show Fool [verse 2: keak da sneak] You'll get a smack, steppin' to the dual committee, fool Whip your ass toe-to-toe, take it back to the oldschool When niggas was [?] thangs, head up, not over no gang Now niggas is poppin' the truck, pullin' they stress, bang, bang I gotta say what's up to bo, you see And give dap to roo, d-o to the g That nigga pizzo is comin' with that shit too We got flora and mississippi, awol's takin' over, fool If that nigga t don't snap your neck first Then you gon hear hella muthafuckin gats bursts That means clear the way, fuck tonight, today's the day To let my nine spray, y'all know these bustas in my way Ak's spraying that jays off the roof, cat And where i'm from muthafucka, it's like that So don't tripa as we wreck through your muthafuckin set And mr. bustas is gettin' they fuckin shirts wet Niggas fallin' and dyin', rat-tat-tat is what i'm replyin' Some thought i was lyin' but on the late nights i'm spyin' About to pop this fool, his bitch start cryin' But would you stop cryin' miss, before i dry your tears with my fist Niggas better try to feel me, though It's the committee and bo for the 9-4, stompin' in them steel toes [chorus] Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show Fool, i just don't give a fuck Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) [verse 2: agerman] Comin' back at ya, with that flowamatic funk, gotta gat ya Rat-a-tat-tat ya, leave you in the rapture With some niggas with a style gettin' bigger My flow's the bullet, my pen is the gun and i'm about to pull the trigger So pop pop, another nigga drop, will i stop I don't know cause they be lovin' when your nigga flow One-nine-nine-four, got my foot in the door Got my five plus four, got my givin' a fuck about that hoe attitude I'm a rude dude, niggas talkin' a gang of shit Still ain't got no shit to prove, my shit is in the making Fry niggas like some bacon, with this shit we can't be fakin' Try to take my style but it's already taken So bob your head to this flowamatic nine shit When you hear the mic, you wanna say, them niggas hella sicc Because we do what we wanna do and never miss I like to rap that nine and kick that shit like this I gotta throw, fuck a dread, leave in your shirt bloody red Two in your head, now you dead nigga, enough said [verse 3] I'm psycho like no other muthafucka So back up off these nuts, [?] my uzi into your guts Another hit from the supreme king, street knowledge preacher Down with the desert eagle, droppin' the shit like a seagull [?] the song, we creepin' that dome, hit they dough, went to they home [?] the scratch [?] the mac, run out the back, jack is on Muthafuckas be [?] Gettin' they whole grill stumped in, gettin' they gold teeth stole That's how it is when the dough's down, jack quick I'm cockin' my uzi up under your nuts, about to blow your dick And i'll be damned if i don't get mines 2pac and [?] got theirs, and i'm gettin' mines nine times out of ten So go around, tell daddy that here come them men Mean mugs, hoppin' out of drops, on them gold rims [chorus] Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go) Stompin' in my steel toes, headed for the murder show (oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go)
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