Lyrics:
the white ho, where the fo-fo'?
Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a nigga row
Bring the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob bein'
some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Outkast, Goodie Mob
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
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
sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I
morning
I have you in a cab by 9AM
So can I borrow that?
Ay girl can I borrow that? (Oh ooh-whoa)
Can I borrow that?
Won't you let a nigga hold that?
Can I
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
the light, of a stray moon
It's gettin' deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night
Murder murder
tell you "Always Striving and Prospering"
A$AP, partna'! Free my nigga Cap, R.I.P Big Phil, R.I.P A$AP Yams
Ya dig? (Gang!)
Come fuck with the Mob
A$AP, but wait a minute
I'm probably one of the sickest niggas that ever did it
I'm in it cause I'm a win it
I'm a muthufuckin' lyrical tyrant
Pivotal
We are leaders
This is Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason
Yea
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no
ajenou
Kounya m’ Brooklyn m’ap fucking bitches nan church avenue
M’gen Street Cred, nigga m’gen crack revenue
-(Chorus)-
E piti’k te Canado a
Kounya’k
threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Fool, 'cause I'm color blind
[Threat]
Killer Cali, the state where they kill
Over colors 'cause brothers don't
That gin gon' keep me hype when I be watchin' over Webbie
In my city AP9's and Smith and Wessons
Thugs who second guessin' them the ones who be restin'
leukemians, receding hairlines (what?)
Watch how genuine this gold mine recline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind
If the bitch ain't on me, she on Ferg
Ask them niggas who they want
(Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP
Marty Baller a mac
I'ma talk about things
and angels
Rat-a tat tat tat sent for ya
I major in your minisher
Left his ass holy by the minister
Immortal Kombat finisher
No time for a nigga
Got a strike
the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in
chapped
Cause I ain’t got chapstick to
Put it on my huh
Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob
Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with
The mob in the suave
rhyme holding their dicks
With a nine on their side from hip to hip
You know the mob niggas is sick and stay bent
Twist it get right, me and my guns is
Niggas want that old mob shit back
(Take it back to that old school Federal way, man. Understand.)
For all my mob music monsters
(In a major way.
Dade Country yayo shit
Double MOB
I'm finna take these pussy niggas down
Beat Billionaire
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke
can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
That say
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