M.O.B. — текст песни (Fatal)





Verse one
I`m livin` in hell, where all these niggaz
got stories to tell, I be blasin`t on these bitch niggaz
servin` well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
body tated, hair matted, sellin` Key`s if you fuck wit these
law breakin` niggaz scream, fuck the police
we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
what the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
findin` niggaz dead, bring`em home and I can`t wait
if niggaz is real, then they ain`t scared to split `em
all that job-ownin` shit, fuck you,I ain`t wit`em
Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin` eye
now let`s get busy nigga

Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain`t scared to die
live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

Verse two [Fatal]
Keep it comin`, these niggaz get done in
on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
puttin` in work, then past it off, to my little man
like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
endin` ya whole stat, I`m the master of this fuckin`(fuck yall)shit
so I`m a be buckin` shit, ya don`t know who you fuckin` wit
yall spaced out duckin` quick, the number one parolly
slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin`
up shorty rocks, gettin` money wit the forty cop

Chorus (2x)

Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
scared to bust, and I be lookin` through ya ass like you
Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch
swingin` tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
blastin` fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
but it don`t mean shit, til you witness to yourself
how live it get, and I never let no rhymin` ass bitch
share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
you get the fuckin` picture, I swear by everythin` spit in my rhymes
it`s only hollow points I spit out my nine
drillin` niggaz on the block, when I`m passin` through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
and if I ever get caught sleepin`, which I ever doubt would happen
I`d be the last nigga rappin`, I`ll keep my fuckin` guns clappin`

Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
smellin` they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow
the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin` silly
blowin`em and showin`em, cuz my dogs don`t know`em
I don`t give a fuck, how small big and tall
come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
and the toughest on ya squad, can`t ride wit bizniss
I don`t know what these niggaz, be thinkin` when they see me
niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stick`em like cornerbacks
yall niggaz is jumpin` jackz, and bluffin` on wax
thinkin` you can clown me, me and my little town we
we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can`t drown me
I`ll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck

Chorus (2x)

Muthafuckin` M.O.B you ain`t seen shit yet, what



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