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cb - rap or road lyrics

[intro: cb & producer tag]
all i wanna do is crash that corn
but same way, i wanna make money too (bubush)
m3nace
man coulda done that drill on my own
but i still done that drill with my bruce
r14
rap or road, i can’t do both
but it gets so hard to choose
rap could take me outta the hood
but all i really wanna do is shoot
but all i really wanna do is shoot

[chorus]
all i wanna do is crash that corn
but same way, i wanna make money too
man coulda done that drill on my own
but i still done that drill with my bruce
rap or road, i can’t do both
but it gets so hard to choose
rap could take me outta the hood
but all i really wanna do is shoot (bubush)
all i wanna do is crash that corn
but same way, i wanna make money too
man coulda done that drill on my own
but i still done that drill with my bruce
rap or road, i can’t do both
but it gets so hard to choose
rap could take me outta the hood
but all i really wanna do is shoot (bow, bow, bow)
[verse 1]
get the drop on an opp, i’m slidin’ (on my life)
that’s any place, any time, anywhere goes, and they know i ain’t lyin’
when the beef went cold, it was us who fried it (gaza)
when we pulled up on my man, he was smilin’
and by the time we left, he was on the floor cryin’, slowly dyin’
so many drills got done by us, how you ain’t ratin’?
do a drill then claim it then drill them again before the retaliation (go ask)
the way they talk, woulda thought that they dropped real members, but i ain’t lost no bredrins
they the ones that’s doin’ up graveyard, payin’ respect to the dead friends
bro told me “chill, leave these opps, and just do music”
i tried it out for a bit, but by next week, i was bootin’ (bubush)
we drill on these punks for fun
so there’s no way in h+ll you can say we’re losin’
and i ain’t gonna talk on the matter
check my case, papers, they proved it
them man ain’t opps, they victims
i’ll do him like i done man’s sibling (bubush)
if i sight me an opp, that’s prison
can’t prolly do that bait without thinkin’
but i ain’t tryna see no cells
‘cah that’s h+lla years, no girls
and i got me a freak that’s bad like me
and one time, i let her hold the 12
gauge (bruck that), best run when we come your way
if you slip, get bun broad day
no barber, i’ll give man a fade
free of charge, you don’t wanna see gang creepin’ past
last thing you’ll see is my creepy mask
wap won’t jam, yeah, this heater barks
even got it on deck when i greet my marj
[chorus]
all i wanna do is crash that corn
but same way, i wanna make money too
man coulda done that drill on my own
but i still done that drill with my bruce
rap or road, i can’t do both
but it gets so hard to choose
rap could take me outta the hood
but all i really wanna do is shoot
all i wanna do is crash that corn
but same way, i wanna make money too
man coulda done that drill on my own
but i still done that drill with my bruce
rap or road, i can’t do both
but it gets so hard to choose
rap could take me outta the hood
but all i really wanna do is shoot (bow, bow, bow)

[verse 2]
all the risks i took for the gang, it’s mad
how many times did i risk my freedom?
broad day bootings, night time creepin’
anywhere goes, i mean it (i mean it)
it was me on the 6, 16, and 11
tryna get him down by 7 (gaza)
i had to do that quick ‘cah my tag time pendin’
get got if my name gets mentioned
i’m sick and tired of bein’ sick and tired
‘cah them boy love lyin’
i’m sick of ridin’ ‘cah there’s really no point
‘cah them boy love hidin’ (where they at?)
double tap that wap if i sight him
that’s copper, lead, and iron
this beef ain’t dead, it’s fryin’
that’s why the opps been dyin’ (bubush)

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