(*talking*)
Ye-yeah, what up world, it`s your boy
C. Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward, one more `gain
Tha M.O.B. General, I`m back with the Mob boss Sensei
We got this new Mob 4 Life cd, we want y`all to check out
Raw and uncut, some stuff we put together for the streets to bang
From the South to the North, from the East to the West
I wanna thank all the haters (thank ya)
And ery`body else, who put forth to this here project
Roll with us on this one, one love let`s go
[Hook - 2x]
It`s M.O.B
Money Over Bullshit, you know me
Keep it low-key, what big bro told me
Them niggaz don`t know, what them niggaz don`t see
[Big Pokey]
In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack
Now they respect my work, like I`m packing a mack
Everytime I sound check, I`m cracking the deck
On track split wigs, like a axe in the hat
You know how I act in a Lac, I`m a hog
T.V.`s back in the back, got to fall
Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut
K bullets hit niggaz, and they edge up`s
Pay attention, focus nigga
Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga
4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga
Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga
A bitch`ll jump fly, when they dose your hitter
You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her
I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame
They think it`s hard, but it`s simple mayn
[Hook - 2x]
[D-1]
In this rap game, I run through the hard and the whack
And my verses go together, like cigars in a sack
Leaving out the club hit the crack, alarm on the Lac
18`s beating, some think I got a bomb in the back
Because I`m M.O.B
Aggravated assualt, and bodily injury
To any nigga, that try to offend me
Po-Yo, C. Ward and Grim Reap`
Bitch, don`t forget Dre Day
I`m on the grind, everyday is pay day
Y`all bitch niggaz, better make way
Cause I`m some`ing like A.I., with a A.K
And to the S.U.C
H.A.W.K., and Mike D
Big Moe, Z-Ro and Keke
If it wasn`t for y`all, I wouldn`t be who I be
[Hook - 2x]
[Chris Ward]
In this rap game, I got the best scared to feature me
Cause they know that I eat up the track, just like a creature see
I spit ether, lethally
Evenly I violate, every law illegaly
I`m one of the ones, that be running the South
But I got so many connects, I even be running through the North
You think I`m lying, just ask the Boss he`ll tell ya
(C. Ward is a quiet hustler, but he`ll sell ya)
Whatever you wanna buy, or whatever you wanna try
And if you got plex (fuck you), it`s whatever you wanna die
And when the laws is on the creep, and I`m feeling the heat
A nigga dress fresh, like I`m at Dyatona`s Beach
White lenin slacks, shirt and shoes is peach
We are the definition, of Newvo Reach
That`s newly rich, we new leaders shit
C. Ward, Sensei and D-1 you bitch
[Hook - 2x]
