Til My Casket Drops
C-Bo Lyrics


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Mo' murder, mo' murder

A body fulla tack twos, battle scars from bullet wounds
New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues
Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of
'Fuck the world' from tryin' to kill us every time we move
You're perpetratin' to be a killer but I know you're fakers
Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas
Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes
I be the last man standin' when the smoke dies
This world's infested with haters, wannabe players
Player hatin' a real player 'cause he's livin' major
No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin' pigs
If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids
But what you thought makes the world go round
I got an ese in the East Bay ballin' a hundred pounds
Push a six hundred rag drop E-twelve
Dump a hundred-round clip in ya, ask about my mail

[Chorus: x2]
I try to keep my focus, on survivin' and money
Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons
Traumatize and hope this is how we leave 'em when they hit us
With the guts to die, pullin' the trigger til my casket drops

Them player haters want to blast me up like they did 'Pac
But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop
It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin' jelly
Pumpin' slugs into you motherfuckin' pig's belly
I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin
Call it Kryptonite on the dead, I'ma risk tonight
Blast the first motherfucker that steps
Up to my ride, not knowin' where my weapon is kept
I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy
Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies
Fuckin' sucker ass niggas that didn't
Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate
Hard then later on "Shit, hey what's happenin'?"
We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em
Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right
Look me up 'cause I'm a ride until my casket drops

[Chorus: x2]

Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
Kill all my black folks and the pecker woods wouldn't care
Keep my head up, duckin' and dodgin' from the state pen
'Cause fo' sho', ain't no future in goin' back again
They got to kill me, fill me up with lead
Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head
As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I
Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why
The PD reach but catch concrete
Never solved, gone off indica and Hennessy
Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws
With my gun up, punk, I run up on all a y'all
Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money
Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin' outta sunny
West Coast the spot, servin' caine to get the millions
Distributin' the game, makes you want to get the billions





[Chorus: x2]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to C-Bo's song Til My Casket Drops depict a story of a person who has faced numerous challenges in life, including gunshot wounds and the murder of a friend. The first verse of the song highlights the struggles that come along with living the gangster lifestyle, such as trying to avoid being killed at every move by people who envy you. The lyrics also criticize those who pretend to be murderers but are actually cowards, as demonstrated by the killing of rapper 2PAC. The chorus expresses the desire to focus on surviving and making money, while refusing to let any enemy take them down. The second verse highlights the determination to fight back against any threats, and the willingness to risk everything to protect loved ones. The final verse emphasizes the importance of money and power in the gangster lifestyle, and the need to rise above one's circumstances to gain wealth and success.


Overall, the lyrics of the song paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of the gangster lifestyle, with a sense of defiance and determination to overcome all obstacles.


Line by Line Meaning

Mo' murder, mo' murder
There's a high level of murder and violence in the streets.


A body fulla tack twos, battle scars from bullet wounds
The singer has been through a lot, and has the physical battle scars to prove it.


New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues
The singer has worked hard for their success and can now afford nice things.


Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of 'Fuck the world' from tryin' to kill us every time we move
The artist and their peers have to deal with violence and hatred, but they persevere with a rebellious attitude of not giving up.


You're perpetratin' to be a killer but I know you're fakers
The artist is wise to those who pretend to be violent or tough, but really aren't.


Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas
The singer is mourning a loss and views the killers as cowardly and envious.


Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes
The singer recognizes that danger is always present and accepts the possibility of death.


I be the last man standin' when the smoke dies
The artist believes they will outlast any violent situation and survive until the end.


This world's infested with haters, wannabe players
The artist acknowledges that the world is full of people who hate and try to imitate successful individuals.


Player hatin' a real player 'cause he's livin' major
Those who hate on successful people do so out of jealousy and envy of their success.


No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin' pigs
The singer is addressing law enforcement and does not intend to disrespect them, but they have to deal with their corruption and violence.


If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids
The artist has priorities and wants their loved ones taken care of after their death.


But what you thought makes the world go round
The singer is challenging the common belief that material wealth and power are the most important aspects of life.


I got an ese in the East Bay ballin' a hundred pounds
The singer has associates in the drug trade who are successful and have a lot of product.


Push a six hundred rag drop E-twelve
The singer drives a luxury car.


Dump a hundred-round clip in ya, ask about my mail
The artist is violent and will not hesitate to use their weapons to protect their interests.


I try to keep my focus, on survivin' and money
The artist prioritizes staying alive and making money in their lifestyle.


Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons
The singer cannot let their enemies take them out before they defend themselves with violence.


Traumatize and hope this is how we leave 'em when they hit us
The singer will use violence against their enemies and hope to incapacitate or traumatize them in the process.


With the guts to die, pullin' the trigger til my casket drops
The artist has accepted the possibility of death, but will continue to use violence until their last breath.


Them player haters want to blast me up like they did 'Pac
The artist's enemies want to harm them in a similar way to how 2Pac was killed.


But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop
The artist has a tough attitude and will continue to live their life without fear of death.


It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin' jelly
The violence will not stop until the singer's enemies are defeated and blood is spilled.


Pumpin' slugs into you motherfuckin' pig's belly
The artist has a desire to attack law enforcement officers and is okay with killing them.


I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin
The singer uses drugs and doesn't care about the danger they pose to their health.


Call it Kryptonite on the dead, I'ma risk tonight
The singer is referencing the dangers of using drugs but is willing to take the risk.


Blast the first motherfucker that steps / Up to my ride, not knowin' where my weapon is kept
The singer is always ready to use violence to protect themselves and their possessions.


I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy
The artist has a violent personality and will shoot people without hesitation.


Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies
The artist feels powerful and invincible, able to cause harm and not fear the consequences.


Fuckin' sucker ass niggas that didn't / Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate
The singer is angry with those who didn't retaliate against the people who lied about them.


Hard then later on 'Shit, hey what's happenin'?' / We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em
The singer regrets not taking violence against their enemies earlier and would have killed them if given the chance.


Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right / Look me up 'cause I'm a ride until my casket drops
The artist is loyal to their peers and will continue to live their life with a rebellious attitude until death.


Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
The artist is living a violent lifestyle that is centered around making money and gaining power through the use of weapons.


Kill all my black folks and the pecker woods wouldn't care
The artist is commenting on the lack of empathy shown towards black people who are killed, especially by white people.


Keep my head up, duckin' and dodgin' from the state pen / 'Cause fo' sho', ain't no future in goin' back again
The singer has been in prison and does not want to go back, so they are always on high alert to avoid getting caught.


They got to kill me, fill me up with lead / Let me, die slowly from my boots to my head
The artist would rather die than be caught by the police, and would like the death to be slow and painful.


As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I / Rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why
The singer sees themselves as a leader and will never back down from a fight, even if it means causing harm to others.


The PD reach but catch concrete
The singer is good at avoiding getting caught by the police.


Never solved, gone off indica and Hennessy
The singer is proud that their crimes have never been solved and celebrates with drugs and alcohol.


Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws
The artist is referencing a gun with infrared sights and their dog that is trained to attack intruders.


With my gun up, punk, I run up on all a y'all
The artist is confident in their ability to attack and confront their enemies with a weapon.


Then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money
The singer uses violence to get money and will not hesitate to kill.


Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin' outta sunny
The singer has stolen jewelry and is proud of their crime.


West Coast the spot, servin' caine to get the millions / Distributin' the game, makes you want to get the billions
The artist is involved in the drug trade and sees potential for big profits, which motivates them to keep distributing.




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