Lyrics:
(Ooh.) Kickin' you for real, in the guillotine.
Fourteen shots to your dome, kid.
I'm doin' time in the game like a bid.
Movin' rhymes like a package.
less.
It's a tale of increasing woe
You know how the story goes
Hard Luck Kid has us all asking, why?
Once a shine in your mother's eyes
Failed attempts
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, nigga, let 'em go
If a mob fuckin' truck right, let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got, but better
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap
no Lexus
Just low cars that bounce
[SX] And Taco Bells by the ounce
[LJ] Speakin of food, yo Sincere you made it clear
We need our
the P.J.'s, the heat waves
Kids play where heat sprays
Straight floods, no love, fake thugs
Draw blood with Four-Four snubs
Tear away your rug
Kids with
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
had a dear old mother A
Dad and a sister too
But I was the youngest and spoiled they say
By mother as mothers will do
I left when a kid for the city
I
(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my
Huh
[Verse 1 - Scarface]
You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like
'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing,
34YRH
Double yo Double yo, Double that bag kid
Double yo Double yo, Double that bag yo
Double yo Double yo, Double that bag kid
Double yo Double yo,
Katie flashed a smile and gave that Teaneck man a hug
He said, "My name's Domenico but my friends all call me Doug"
Said he could have their money back by
to dump
Release so much rage in such a short space
I'll put your face in your cornflakes
Mob-style you gave them Goma power, your
Honey want it, nigga, hold
death
cause jesus paved the way!
Now I fully understand why you had to be hard
Two kids by yourself that's a hell of a job
But you did it the game is
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for
Could sell em all, it's M.O.B.
Almost let a little bitch pick the Kid the fuck apart, she tried
But I reset on that ho, bounced Back like xanny bars
ride
Shots in the dark hit my right side
Wolves playin sheep on the phone lines
Don't be deceived by the mob cries
Go talk to Christ when we all die
a cloth where niggas would mob we coming you on the dolo
We don't want your kids, we don't want your wife just coming for you and your soul bro
Just send
with it
Bitch this shit time, money, and energy and you know it
You distance yourself by subjecting the poets to your own now perfect life living
Yaaa
Kid in this mutha fucka
(Ya ya yaaaaaaa)
Shout out to my dog selfpaid tez
Shout out to the mob
(We back in this mutha fucka)
Money I see you boy
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