C-bo Forever Thuggin Lyrics

Forever Thuggin Lyrics

Chorus:
'All I ever wanted was to be a thug and hustlin was all I knew'  2x
C-bo: forvever thuggin

I keep my mind focus and risin above skys
Thug til i die slang drugs til I ride
Will I ever fly or will I die from a drive by
Witness my victims ride til they die
Dear LORD will you ever forgive a nigga's sin
Cause I stay surrounded with trigger men 
and it's on til they kill again
I'm in the finest clothes, f**king the finest hoes, 
pushing the finest loads
I'ma thug by nature they got these
Muthaf**kin feds hittin a nigga on his pager
They got me trapped in Seattle sleepness
Try to blame me for my homie's death 
I'll make you muthaf**kas reap this
And any niggas want to ride on me
Set fourth and you could die on me
Bullets fly like the fourth of July torches in the sky
Watch em grow in the park and die forever thuggin

Chorus: 2x

You niggas wanna see me falled off get caught up and haulled off
Become a victim of a sawed off 
Life's been full of trifes in ways but soon I see better days
Pass my pistol in weigh with better ways
Stay away from all this madness
And all these suckas looking at me evil wished they had this
Given through traffic something new
Protected by bullet proof close my eyes hoppin that is true
Thankin the LORD for all the stress he put me through
Teaching me right from wrong don't want to spend life from home
Hopin that I won't wrong from slangin keys bringing home g'z
 
Cause in the water it's so hard to breath 
Plus the LORD for my baby girl got to get her ready for this crazy world
Ain't nuthin worse than a lazy girl got to get your mind right
First and learn to love school and believe in everything you do forever 
thuggin

Chorus: 

It's g'z up hoes down though they slang kilos and pounds
Stay flossin the whole town navigators and tv's in em
Can't believe it when you see me in em with the six changing dvd's in em
Straight up out gourds low life as* nigga 
Since day one always been a trife as* nigga
And ain't none changed but the change
4.6 range blew our brains, phat house on the hill
Now they call me C-boss because I be playing with about six mills
Since my deal with warlock f**k some pork chops
Taking Lobsters tossing wine glasses with the mobsters
Off shore bank accounts swiss have a nigga piss
Dam can you imagine this thug nigga wit my money than
That uhh nigga and that mexican bored brotha wit a plug nigga
I'm flooded nigga don't be crystall bud nigga beanie kap pistal
Thuggin nigga kilafornia capital without directions 
muthaf**kas best to map it out
Straight gangsta baby don't get it twisted 
Dubs on my sports car everything gold is lifted
And this fast stack I'm hold ain't foldin all 
Big face swollen bit*h I'm west rollin

Chorus: 2x