(*talking*)
Another one, and another one
Bad Azz (Bad Azz) Mix Tape (Mix Tape), 3 (3)
M-O-B, Presidential, whoa whoa whoa
[Big Pokey]
I got a heavy attitude, and the balls to match
Sprewheeling up the block, top falling back
Back dime on my lap, when I`m crawling black
I treat one`s like hunds, cause they all`d stack
It ain`t your cataract cat, you just can`t see me
Bring your A game you still can`t beat me, you know it`s real
Chic check niggaz grill, when they disrespect it
Pop like break dancers, any nigga can catch it
A 4-5`ll clear the lot, like laws
Your hoe keep riding my jock, bitch pause
Light on my feet, quick as a cat when I move
Ride with the heat, fixing your hat see I`m a fool
With this automatic tool, I can make you feel me
You can`t be scared to die, if you wanna kill me
A bunch of niggaz, gotta twist it around
Humble but I`m sick in the mind, really
[Hook - 2x]
Sick in the mind, dog I need to change my ways
Quick with the iron, like switch blades and K`s
24 on the grind, I ain`t changed in days
Time is money and money is time, so don`t play
[Kevo]
Young Fever, I got a flow hotter than a chop shop
And fold niggaz, like the roof on a drop top
I squeeze a .50 Cal, when it`s time to mob blocks
Make these niggaz Harlem shake, and throw in a pop lock
All-Star offense, for you haters that cock block
Here`s something for your mouth, to make you sizzle like Pop Rocks
You wanna see me cuffed, everytime that the cops knock
But they lawyers ain`t strong enough, to go against my cock
Bread, because as soon as the cops in
All the shorties start dropping, I ain`t playing I`m hopping
Who you know besides me, keep the game on screens
Chain on beams, quick to put your brain on lean
I`m drain-o-clean, known to spit flames on scenes
Stain on screens, bout to click my game on mean
Switch the fears, like Francis twist it with peers
I`ve been all about my paper for years, cheers
[Hook - 2x]
[Lil O]
I score the work and hit the kitchen, man it`s animal instincts
And start with them cocoa grams, over my damn sink
I don`t understand, how the fuck could a man think
That money gon fall from the sky, like an airplane
But down in H-Town, if you snooze you lose
You don`t grind you don`t shine, so I stick to the rules
All I know is put it in they face, give `em the blues
And knock off something foreign, and hit it with shoes
I`m a fool, in other words I`m sick in the mind
I turn one into three, dog I`m sick with the grind
And everytime the sun come up, it`s always here is a sign
It tells me get your ass up, and get on the grind
I put my back in the game, till it`s put up my spine
Any nigga turn snitch, then hit with the iron
You a backward hustler, I`m a slicker to shine
Like Bush, Escobar and Noreaga with bombs
[Hook - 2x]
