Bomb First chords by C Boy, Mr. Capone-E, Mr. Criminal
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Another cold night,
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an other 45
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Another lost life, another mother cries
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Murder televised, but it's no surprise
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I learned the street life, from the streetwise
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I represent that Southern
side
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where there's homicide on the daily
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Letting out a slide when it's time to ride,
ride first to ride homies crazy
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Seen homies die, seen mothers cry,
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sweet life, it don't amaze me
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Keep pistols tucked,
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I'm givin' it up for homies that can race
I'm from the land of the burgers,
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them curved servers,
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they feelin' me 2013,
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full switch, criminals trilogy
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Rappin' whenever I step up,
my lyrics be weppin',
I'm creepin', I'm creepin'
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I'm strappin' the vest
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and I'm back in the flexin'
I'm lettin' them know
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who's best in the industry
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With brown skin, I'm clownin',
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comin' smokin' and bouncin'
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Servin' all of these copycats
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that wanna be me as clowns
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And I'm bouncin', check the next mission,
steady dippin'
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Puffin' off my prescription,
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holdin' on to my position
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Dissing, hating, wanna be left,
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get no motherfucking fame
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Being number one in the gang,
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and these fools keep doing the same
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But I can't tell em no,
hard head motherfuckers trailing slow
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Fools stuck in the game,
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looking like nowhere to go
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They know that it's bad for the hell,
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but I can't tell em no
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Daily just stacking my cash,
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while I'm inhaling smoke
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Blowing and burning that kitchen,
I'll be there right there you
wanna be like
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Rolling something foreign,
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dipping all under the streetlight
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Another cold night, another 45
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Another lost life, another mother cries
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Murder televised, but it's no surprise
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I learned the street life
from the streetwise
Dm
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I represent that southern
side
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where there's homicide on the daily
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Letting out a slide while it's time to ride
by first to ride homies crazy
Seen homies die, seen mothers cry,
street life, it don't amaze me
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Keep pistols tucked,
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I'm giving it up for homies that be crazy
Fools be claiming that they some killers,
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on the real I ain't feeling it
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Fools be talking that bitch shit
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in the game looking ignorant
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All my soldiers salute
with my troops like a militant
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High power soldiers worldwide,
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we still killin' shit, still relevant
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While these sons are still fallin' off
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Wipin' up all of you lames,
out the gang, call it holocaust,
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still goin' off
Hard as fuck while your flow is soft
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Mr. Criminal, 13th year straight
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with the flow that's raw like Molotov
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Cocktails, I'm still blowin' up
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Reppin' inside with all of the homies,
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school me while growin' up
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Rememberin' back in the days
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when my pockets were low as fuck
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Dippin' in the colors, Astro Van or Stola,
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truck drive Yasels
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Otherwise straight mansles,
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up in the south of Galipas
where I earn my street credentials
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They call me Mr. Criminal
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since the age of 13, now 17 years later
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I'm now living on my dreams
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Another cold night, another 45,
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another lost life, another mother cries
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Murder televised, but it's no surprise,
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I learned the street life from the street wise
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I represent that 7th side
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where it's homicide on the daily
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Letting out a slide when it's time to ride,
but I'm first to ride homies crazy
Seen homies die, seen mothers cry,
sweet life, it don't amaze me
Keep pistols tucked,
I'm diggin' it up
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for homies that embrace me
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Raised me crazy in Nevada,
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growin' up heartless
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Targeted by the hoodas and the migas,
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had to be the hardest
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Product of the environment,
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common sense, they change it quick
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But I carry too much gore,
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I'm so cyclone, it's too my clique
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CB, Psycho, First, Nacho,
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and Dreamer
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Strollin' Valley Boulevard,
loaded a 9mm
Creeper, dopester, holdin' a shotgun,
on a hot war
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Hot sun, yellin' out, S -T,
fuck where you from?
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Listen homie,
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I don't have nothing to prove
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This school broke rules,
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tattoos, old news
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New days, time change,
still hood man routine
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Just a lot of feria,
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an d the grass is greener
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Beamer's Bentley's,
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house studios, and fat checks
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Got my 9 years to dreams,
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a real ghetto vet
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Disrespect, but watch me
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shine like a diamond
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Southside riding Caponi,
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stay surprising
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Another cold night, another 45
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Another lost life,
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another mother crying
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Em
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Murder televised, but it's no surprise
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I learned the street life,
from the street wise
Dm
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I represent that cellar side
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where it's homicide on the daily
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Letting out a slide when it's time to ride,
but I'm first to ride, homies crazy
Seen homies die, seen mothers cry,
street life, it don't amaze me
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Keep pistols tucked,
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I'm giving it up
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for homies that can raise me
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Bomb First
C Boy, Mr. Capone-E, Mr. Criminal
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