Raised In Hell
C-Bo Lyrics

I was born in hell without a pistol
I was born into a world where danger and violence are everywhere, and I didn't have the means to protect myself.

Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4 5?
How can I expect to stay alive in this dangerous world with only one life to live and no protection?

Runnin' from the Task Fo' but smashin' for my cash
I'm constantly pursued by the police, but I still try to make money any way I can.

Bankin' corners hop it then I blast on their ass
When I feel threatened, I respond with violence to protect myself and my business.

See them piggies want me dead for sure or in the pen
The police are determined to capture me and put me in jail, or worse, kill me.

Doin' ten instead of me in my Benz on some twins
They want me to suffer and rot in jail while they enjoy the luxuries of life that I'm denied.

Sippin' Hen smokin' indica bomb
To cope with my harsh reality, I turn to drugs and alcohol.

And keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone
I take risks and live recklessly because I know that my life could be taken at any moment.

I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real and feel this rap shit?
I know that wealthy people despise me, but can I still be honest and speak my truth through my music?

Didn't make me, got out the pen and flip the '97
My time in jail didn't break me; in fact, I used it as an opportunity to turn my life around.

Drop Mercedes, I'm the placenta of no love
I don't need fancy cars or possessions to define me; I am the embodiment of a tough, loveless upbringing.

Til the lord save me, straight thugs that'll dump slugs
Until my savior rescues me, I will continue to be a ruthless, violent criminal.

Til they fuckin' grave, mass murder motherfuckers to the front page
I'll be killing people until the day I die, and it will make headlines in the news.

When we hit, we empty clips til we get paid
When we commit a crime, we make sure to get as much money out of it as possible.

I've been a slave from my cradle to the grave
I have been trapped in this violent, dangerous lifestyle since I was born and will continue to be until I die.

Nigga, fuck the world, I was raised in hell
I am angry and resentful towards the world because I was brought up in a place of suffering and violence.

That's why we buck shit down and yell "Fuck the world!"
We express our hatred for the world by destroying things and being violent.

I'd rather die here in hell then die doin' life in jail
I would rather die in a violent confrontation than be sentenced to a lifetime in jail.

But take the shot with a Mac 12, order hits on the pack tailed
If faced with a dangerous situation, I will use a large firearm and have others do the dirty work for me.

From the block to Wotts, we are thug niggas raised in hell
We come from various neighborhoods, but we share a common background of violence and hopelessness.

I'm bailin' through the set wit a 40, smokin' a cigarette
I'm driving through my neighborhood with a gun and cigarette, always ready for danger.

Blastin' my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvellettes
I try to find joy in the simple things, like listening to music from my childhood.

Gangbangin' vets on parole as I stroll through
I see older criminals, who have spent years in jail, still involved in the same violent lifestyle as me.

They rassle Gz like two craps and they strapped too
They continue to fight and pursue their criminal activities, just like me, always armed and dangerous.

Oh how I love these niggas but I hate em with a passion
I have a complicated relationship with my criminal associates; I care for them, but I also resent the world that created us.

But I ride for these motherfuckers, when I don't even ask
I will always support and protect my fellow criminals, even when I'm not asked to do so.

Thug fashion from head to toe, I let the world know
I dress and act a certain way to communicate to the world that I am a dangerous criminal.

That this is Thug Life, motherfucker, til I leave this ho
I am committed to this way of life until the day I die.

So as my knuckles drag the concrete, big homies hit the streets
I walk through my neighborhood with my fists dragging on the ground, while my older criminal associates go out and commit crimes.

Transgressions under pressure, preyin' on the weak
We resort to criminal activities when we are under pressure or need to make money, and we target vulnerable people.

I sink like a fish, I wish upon a ghetto star
I feel trapped and helpless, like a fish in a tank, and wish for a better life.

If the enemies come through and ride on me they won't get far
I am prepared to defend myself against any enemies, and they will not succeed if they try to attack me.

Big homey got out, hold 22's on a hang
One of my older associates was released from jail and now carries two handguns with him at all times.

Runnin' around, sweatin' motherfuckers, talkin' bout "Let's throw them thangs"
He is eager to fight and confront anyone who challenges our gang.

Bang, I hit him with a bat and heard his skull crack
I physically attacked someone with a baseball bat and caused them serious harm.

Then I got him the wind in the trach til he shattered, to get the Mac
I chased down and killed someone for revenge using a machine gun.

It ain't no love for bitch niggas
We have no empathy or compassion for those who appear weak or vulnerable.

As I dump slugs and pull the plug on you bitch niggas
We use guns to kill those we consider weak, just as easily as we would pull the plug on a life-support machine.

Pick up my phone and have some thugs hit you trick niggas
I use my connections to have someone else carry out acts of violence against those who cross me.

Wit on gloves or low tommy guns on them stitch niggas
We always come prepared for trouble, with gloves and small firearms to make sure we succeed in our violent acts.

Hit niggas with H-K's, split niggas with AK's when we mash for the cash
When we commit violent crimes, we use large, powerful weapons to ensure success and make as much money as possible.

Doin' a hundred, blastin' buck shots off in that ass
We drive recklessly and shoot our guns out the window as we escape from our criminal activities.

True outlaws ready for war, souls will never die
We see ourselves as true outlaws, always prepared for battle, and willing to die for our criminal lifestyle.

The same day we meet death, the same day we ride
We are committed to this lifestyle until the day we die, and death does not deter us from pursuing it.

Dumpin' slugs with Tek 9's, more bulletproofs my 4-5
We frequently use small, high-powered guns to kill our enemies, and I have even reinforced my personal gun for protection.

I just let em fly, screamin' out "Bitch nigga die"
When I shoot my gun, I don't even care who I hit, and I express my anger and hatred through my screams.

We's about be a killer nigga, look outside
We are always prepared to kill someone, and we warn others to stay away because of our violent tendencies.

Tell me one reason why I should pray for eternal life
I have seen so much suffering and violence in my life that I cannot imagine why I would want to spend eternity experiencing it.

Born and taught in hell, with a gun store on every corner
I grew up in a place where weapons were easily accessible and even necessary for survival.

Bodyguard, bulletproof doors, it's hard to be a goner
I have gone to great lengths to protect myself, including hiring bodyguards and reinforcing my home for safety.

Strapped with heat, these West Coast streets of Killafornia
I carry a gun with me at all times in these violent, dangerous streets of Southern California.

From day one, they have straps on em, 'cause we was raised in hell
We were born into a dangerous and violent world, and we have had to arm ourselves from an early age just to survive.