Lyrics:
bet we got some
Busta's discuss us, niggas poppin all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man)
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, nigga
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
8BSpace, Age-in baby
TSRight right right right
8BOne time
TSBeyotch
8BYeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire
From
Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin'
our shit on
Got no G's to sit on, even sold niggas sacks and packs to get on
But let me take you to a place
Where these niggas learn to better pain
Mob, mob, ho gang (Mob, nigga)
(Yxng Stov)
Ayy, we cutthroat around here, nigga
(Real cutthroat, nigga)
You might wanna move around (Better move)
Ridin' with a fully through the city, nigga (yeah, yeah)
I been sellin' bags by the fifty, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Pinky ring, it cost me seven-fifty, nigga
dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in
tendencies in my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla'
When I
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight biatch!
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh,
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
running home
I call collect get me a 38, now bitch is on
9 millimeter, baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit
never meet again, only thing I eat is tens
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob
Prolly do a six,
give it all they got
We them niggas
I walk with niggas you don't fuck with
Them same niggas I stuck with
If I drive by in my spaceship
Them hoes all get
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight biatch!
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh,
But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto
'Cause you know gettin' caught out the ghetto
Is a motherfuckin' no-no
'Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr.
for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars
a-fuckin-gain
The only way out is to die my nigga
Fuck with the mob we gonna ride my nigga
See I ain't the nigga that said I'm done this year
I'm the nigga that
for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars
lit, I don't want your bitch
Every single diamond VVS
I'ma hold it down by my respect
Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? yeah
Hit him nine times, if he
on the Westside, Westside
(Fly niggas, getting by)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly bitches, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly and getting
dying to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme
I tell 'em hold up
All I know is that Trap Lord, that
I'm a bust my shit
Scary niggas in your click ain't prepare for this
Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this
Hit em with the AP 9 or the M 1
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