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But don't worry bout it lil baby
Yeah I go for rounds
Round and Round round we go
I go for rounds baby
The Punch Mob just don't stop for hoes
Let me
body Hellcat, yeah, we lurk (wah)
I said I was sober, fuck it, yeah, I'm back on X, uh
How the fuck I make this money? I don't even know (yeah)
How
as projected all hoe's effected by this style
i mack like goldie
go back like the oldie
much a goodie
pullin R 'n' B bitches wearin hoodies
they dont be knowin
Im back wit it
I know you gon fuck wit it
Its been minute since i really
Been obssesed wit it
Back on my bully
Black sweats black hoodie
Whats
Slim goodie got tittle litties
Yeah, but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty (woo)
You're provoking me, giving me the notions
actually that two steps upfront
Four steps back, uh
We cover and apologize ‘cause
We’re trained to
And it won’t change until we push back
The only thing they
touch one of us we posted
Blood line brothers we got mob ties
6 side we don't tell no lies
Akuen got ducked by a few of the guys
Don't chat bout
style
You might get looted, executed black mob style
From east new york back to ft. green
Brooklyns' classic mystical magic scene
We are plush like
restored my vitals
Sober Addicts weather machine and the waves we create are tidal
I'm colder than Wisconsin or Cleveland in Ohio
Am I not an activist if BLM
flew through my youth by having an attitude
Bust out my mother's womb, with a bag of shrooms
And a tethered spoon
Growing we always moved around
To do
scream *Censor* ain’t part of the gang
Should know we don’t fuck with snakes
Man love scream out gang
Ain’t back your Bruce
Real talk some fuckin’ fakes
just for the pendant He goodie ain't got a tuck shit nigga
Hold up let me pop my shit Put her on her back if I spot your bitch
These niggas really
Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
Compton!
run up in your spot mike Tyson(iron mike)
I be robbing y'all be giving.
This the mob yeah we up n winning(mob life)
. ct the spot jus chilling shawty
trying to drill shit
We gon' double back so many times gone make you feel this
Who you think they send to take the demons off the kill list
Nekko say
She walked up on me shawty looking like a stallion
You fuck with me it's mob like we Italian
I press the line knew my attempt was gonna be valiant
Verse 1: Big Gipp
It's a stray man, living in these veins man
Suckin on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take the wind out thru
We never wash
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens niggaz
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, cuz we got
gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with
with my
(nigga JT) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga
Representin (Frisco, in case you didn't know)
(We blow by like Jerry Rice
Come back with styles that
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
everybody in the building, my nigga L
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas
This here is exodus! Say
're cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
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