Ha ha

Eh eh eh eh Get out my face Check it

Mobb s**t b***h

Lynch Mobb mane

Eh eh The Lu-Lun-iz

3 Times

Me Ager Man

Bart

Let me turn up the heat man

Dig it the M O B baby

I'm so hurt

Fa sheezy

Fa sheez

I fold the cash then I

Hit away

Juss a thug fo the money no love

Hit 'em up wit the blast

Put him in a bag an wrap him

Up

It's all business

So when the picture come bouncin off yo head

Don't take it personal

Money makin needs no rehearsin

No n***a

Will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders

Mobb

Killaz connected from block to block

Re-cock the Glock

Reset the dot

Heatas

Beamers

Repeat from Turf achievers

We take action verses talk is cheap

You gonna believe us

Time to floss wit me

Cut off the weak

You won't decieve us

Let us mechandise an murderise

Any an all

Many will fall

It's juss an

O G call

Made from the B

When I step up I bet ya Mr Sick is gonna get to creep

I gets to blastin a*s

Dip they bodies in the bag

I hope I

Get to lastin in this game of cash

It's paraphanalia

Not parinoid

You f**kin wit a pair of boys

That'll pump yo body full of lead

An watch it swell up like we got no conscience

Cuz it ain't no spraya like the one I got

Claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock

Surround yo weave head

F**kin wit the weave head

Get left wit p head

I bet ya violent click

Talkin all that lip

When you was wit my click an get s**t

Head split an a*s kicked in

Chin shattered

An nobody could recognize you when they found ya

An they still don't know who downed ya

This s**t is deeper than you think

Wit a straight face

Lay down an come up off them cavy case

Slow down

Better pump yo brakes

Don't know my click from a can of paint

These n***as won't last

When I

Buck one in that a*s

An hit the gate

I seen two more escape

It ain't no room for no non-a*s soldier n***as

An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in n***as

When pistols blazin

Cashin 'em

Like fresh over fresh

I'm in the Benz

Massagin a b***hes my rivalry

Rushed out to get some ends

Build the twins

N***a I love them b***h half Benz

Strugglin off that gin

H*es at the bus stop wanna get in

But they

Foot soliders

Not swangin like a Nova

Plus them n***as ain't tight

To make a right an pull my 600 over

Juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye

That it's them same n***as that bucked at me

But it wasn't my time to die

Ah

Pull out my thang

Hit 'em in the back

Whatever remained

So the b***h stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt

An swang

Yellin Mobb clouded wit Age

For the n***a I said

I didn't love yo punk a*s

An plus I'm tired of the pain

Like Cameo this s**t is strange

A n***a doin a dude

To get his whole neck an head rearranged

Mobb members make n***as think about what they doin

Watch what you pursuin

F**k around an get yo whole career ruined

Listen

Uh

Little boys an girls listen to me

It is I that you see

Gettin high n***as be

Gettin by on these streets

Do or die on these streets

Hit 'em high meet defeat

Wit 'em tied across the feet

N***as lie beneath the creek

Many try but don't eat

Much food

Unless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a Lex

F**k SCHOOL

Let's jet

Live an direct

The Yay Area they carry a

4-5 an a Tech

When they bury ya they pissin on the side of you grave

No witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage

An n***as be gettin pepper sprayed up

Handcuffed an made to lay down

Circumstances

To skanless manless

To slang a gang

Strapped down

My s**t be fully greased up

Hits the mutha f**kin streets up

Cuz n***as ain't takin no beat ups

They re-up wit the heatas

Leaders of the new school

But we don't bust a rhyme

We bust a nine

Mutha f**kas find

Nine's under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel

Mobb material

Scratch off the serial number

F**kin balistic so

Roll to the riches

F**k h*es b***hes an sluts

Bubblicious Yuk

Booku bucks

My n***as will shoot you up

Now what these n***as tryin to do

Get gunned down stomped an pistol whipped fool

If not I sugguest you get the f**k up out the West

When it come to gun play

There's no contest

I leave you wit two holes

One in yo dome

One in yo chest

An Elliot Ness

He wouldn't have made it on the West

And yes

I know you mutha f**kas heard about us

Cuz we was all on the news

Fo Mobb-Style murders

I crack a fool on top of his head

Wit a strap

Told his b***h to come over here

She sat on my lap

Man this Mobb s**t

Ain't never been no joke

You headed straight for the pen

Or you end up smoked

That's why I keep a heater

On my passengers seat

An I'm Mobb Affiliated

Uh uh

I know you hate it

I rather be caught

With my heater

Then wit out my heater

It's juss a misdemenor

I'm crackin backs like a chiropractor

Come see a Cydal factor

Get off yo block when rifles splatter

Come across wit a rival chapter

Don't be afraid to be blastin

An don't know nothin bout lastin

An if he flashin

We gassin him

An leavin his a*s in a wagon

The last dragon

We smashin

Imagine missin in action

I hit his a*s for his cabbage

An dissapeared like Aladdin

An trappin his a*s inside a mutha f**kin cave

N***as that came wit the pistols

I got missles and hand grenades

An some troopers wit bazookaz

Ready to shoot you

Do you in

Crushin boulders wit soldiers

Cook it an make it pure again

It's yo friend the Prince Of Darkness

Whenever the dark hits

I feel my heart get

To beatin an you bustas be my target

PM it's cold heart

Dru Down

We use no parinoia

Or dedication to our paper it's so deep

The paraphanalia to the Mobb

Love to creep

Our elevations is racin

Up to the top

Non-stop

Wit a caulked back Glock

Then hop

Into some cut

To then n***a skirt-skirt

You notice I juss do some dirt

I puttin in work

I hit them were it hurt

Crack yo spine time

Instead of hittin 'em wit my nine

I'm

Strictly wit this hit Mobb s**t

B***h

Recognize

What a mutha f**ka do is steal

Right between your eyes

The n***a was dead before he died

I slide

To the next scene

To the next route

I'm speakin on what I juss did at the head quarters

An to my Mobb soldiers

No one can fold us

Readin the weakness like some Black Jack

If n***as can't handle it

They get stomped from that Mobb attack

An if you come back from that stompin

Lay low

Got 'em

Hard-headed n***as will get they head put on fire

Ager Man

It's A-G-E once again

Pullin you n***as ho cards

Strapped for them n***as that frontin like b***hes

Tryin to act hard

It ain't nothin but the mutha f**kin Mobb in me

I went from sellin coke on the block

To doin robberies

To 'luffin yo a*s

Stuffin yo a*s

Up in a trunk punk

Caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk

Too soon for 'em

Shoulda had a tomb for 'em

Non-a*s solider n***as

There'd be no room for 'em

When Pistols Blazin