Lyrics:
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
collapsing
But I'm still rapping get it all off my chest
So I came back to the action
When the bird was flying, low, and laughing
Family bashing 'til it
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then I jet
Back to the lab without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
arrived. So, we got absolutely f'king smashed to
smithereens on the plane, right! Get's off the plane, staggers through customs, "Allright, excuse..." oh no,
the crap
A war going on so where y'all at?
"Fight the Power" comes great responsibility
'F the Police' but who's stopping you from killing me?
Disaster,
with another chick from my building
Kick her a** out and have breakfast like a mo' f***a'
I'm with another b**** by super
Yeah me and hate that's
before and I can do it again
Sho don't need you to be my man
Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip
Bad by myself
I can do bad, bad by my damn self
cocked back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on
You lost the one thing that made you better
Iu0027ll get back with you...never
Well you can think about this forever
So here it is letter by letter
to get fierce on me, I think it's time I tell them about themselves
Yo just give it to them safari sytle
Well, well, well it's L.A
The T.I
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know it's' going to
Destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent
the money n*** f*** you, pay me
Just like that
Her n*** blow up and too good
Not a hood, don't wantchu back n***
Just like that
They see on the cover
I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
was sold to a sick European by a rich African battling
Middle passages I can't go back again battling
Years of denied history, lies and mysteries
Pre>
Like no holding back you can get the main melody (riff) in your head
To play over over the intro chords, you're set.
Capo at 2 makes
thing that made you better
I’ll get back with you...never
Well you can think about this forever
So here it is letter by letter
Letter by letter
Letter by
beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't f*** with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always
F*** that hold 'em back
[Lil Scrappy]
Hey shawty its on
Goddamnit its on
Keep poppin' in my face and get popped in the dome
Learn to rush
a good one
At times I`m amazed
Now what the mutha f*** a hood done
What we do to get paid
All day, for the almighty, dollar
Don`t even bother to holla
Cause i believe i can fly - i
KNOW THE LEDGE NIGGA I'm SO HIGH
Stand back bitch - u stealing my wifi
Get rich or try and gwan die
Killuminati got beef
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