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mobbin
Make a bitch
Take a trip
Set up tricks and we rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence 
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who

it, you know
Another anthem will play through the club
Now you wanna make love while we move to the sofa
Bad lil' thing
Bad 'lil thing
Bad 'lil thing

and It come with charger 
My money green it keep coming larger 
Fuck these niggaz think they could rob us
We toting clippers  get lined by a barber

a truck, big B on it
I heard you talkin' gansta shit and we on it
Yea, they say they gon' kill me (what else)
They say they gon' rob me (what else)

then i gotchu (Yuh)
If you can't hide (Lil bitch), we gon spot you
Laser beam green and blue, red dot too

Zap zap zap, got the burner on my hip
Glock 9

straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some

smoke me 

On the east side 
see me we live 

Wit me five guys 
No beef y'all fried 
 
Aye aye 

Catch me off sides
I blitz y'all hide
Real shit no lie

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

Rick
We empty that shit till it click
Immaculate fit, take a pic
I beat it up then I just go (I go)
FMG-9 w a scope (ah scope)
I keep it just right by my

lil' bitch in the 'Rari
And I cashed out, I'm a playboy rockin' Cartis, yeah (Cypress)
My lil' bitch from the D told me rock my buffs
We still duckin'

one now bring on de other load
Hibryd music is what I'm branding
Why buy that wen I can wear mi
Cost lil money to look like dis
Cost lil money to smoke

some niggas on the block that's
Gon' hide it in they sock
If we ever catch a cop
Then we skrting out the lot
No we do not fuck with feds
Put a barrel

gang on bluff
Leave him tagged, heat got a laser, yeah, my whole gang get you touched
These lil boys don't be on nothin', we leave him stained , that boy

the foundations of society

And by my side is Dj Rob Leet
Crafting beats so sick they'll sweep you off your feet
Together we stand against the tide
Exposing

it been a minute, I must admit
I might be a lil rusty no face, no case, no
Evidence, the police mad
They can't touch me
Don't need dogs make the work

It's Murda

Irv Gotti

Irv Gotti Presents: The Inc.

2002

come by kid
'Cause I be up in the wide city wit I.G., Biiiitch

[Chorus]
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide

but I can't be your Romeo
Just like Pam and Jim, she's said lil Rob damn you trim
H-O-E her acronym brand new money,
We stackin' em
H-I-M you know I'm

lives away
Got damn
They ain’t listening 
I gotta pray


They ain’t got it so they rob rob rob you
Anything to get they bag
Might end up on the news
We

four in the Phantom
Me and lil' freak and lil' bih with no manners
Private jet [?] you know where we landing
She suckin' that dick and she callin' me

and Blue Devils, on an 8-second life
8 miles from Memphis, where our secrets can't hide
Our hearts ignite, our souls alight, embracing the night
By the bends

Niggas was with us and then tried to flip, Tasha gang K all that shit to my dick
Lil Rob ain't got no leg what the fuck, shout out G-Lock I know he gon

the nigga gone
You deactivated your page bout a hunnid dollars
You can really come outside we ain't trying to rob you
Yeah we really want that check cause we

'em
They say lil' Rob he going nuts, bitch suck 'em
Niggas said it's up, so we gang slide bust 'em
I ain't switching up bitch it's Bayline or nothin'