Текст (слова) песни: Artists: 3X Krazy f Yukmouth, Dru Down, - Pistols Blazin

Ha, ha.
Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it.
Mobb shit bitch.
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.

Verse 1 *(Bart)*

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.

Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It`s all business
so when the picture come bouncin off yo head
don`t take it personal
money makin needs no rehearsin
no nigga
will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders.

Verse 3 *(Bart)*

Mobb
killaz connected from block to block
re-caulk the glock
reset the dot
heatas
Beamers
repeat from Turf achievers.

Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

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.

Verse 5 *(Bart)*

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 ass
dip they bodies in the bag
I hope I
get to lastin in this game of cash.

Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It`s paraphanalia
not parinoid
you fuckin wit a pair of boys
that`ll pump yo body full of lead
an watch it swell up like we got no conscience.

Verse 7 *(Bart)*

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
fuckin 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 shit.

Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

Head split an ass kicked in
chin shattered
an nobody could recognize you when they found ya
an they still don`t know who downed ya.

Verse 9 *(Bart)*

This shit 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 niggaz won`t last
when I
buck one in that ass
an hit the gate
I seen two more escape.

Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2

It ain`t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
an it`s amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas
when pistols blazin.

Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*

Cashin `em
like fresh over fresh
I`m in the Benz
massagin a bitches my rivalry
rushed out to get some ends
build the twins
nigga I love them bitch half Benz
strugglin off that gin
hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
but they
foot soliders
not swangin like a Nova
plus them niggaz 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 niggaz 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 bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
an swang
yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age
for the nigga I said
"I didn`t love yo punk ass
an plus I`m tired of the pain"
like Cameo this shit is strange
a nigga doin a dude
to get his whole neck an head rearranged
Mobb members, make niggaz think about what they doin
watch what you pursuin
fuck around an get yo whole career ruined.

*(Chorus)* x1

Verse 11 *(Yukmouth)*

Listen
uh
little boys an girls listen to me
it is I that you see
gettin high niggas be
gettin by on these streets
do or die on these streets
hit `em high meet defeat
wit `em tied across the feet
niggaz 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
FUCK 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 niggas be gettin pepper sprayed up
handcuffed an made to lay down
circumstances
to skanless, manless
to slang a gang
strapped down
my shit be fully greased up
hits the mutha fuckin streets up
cuz niggas 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 fuckas find
nine`s under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel
Mobb material
scratch off the serial number
fuckin balistic so
roll to the riches
fuck hoes, bitches, an sluts
bubblicious Yuk
booku bucks
my niggaz will shoot you up.

*(Chorus)* x2

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Verse 4 (T-Luni of Cydal) 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. Verse 5 (Bart) 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 ass dip they bodies in the bag I hope I get to lastin in this game of cash. Verse 6 (T-Luni of Cydal) It`s paraphanalia not parinoid you fuckin wit a pair of boys that`ll pump yo body full of lead an watch it swell up like we got no conscience. Verse 7 (Bart) 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 fuckin 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 shit. Verse 8 (T-Luni of Cydal) Head split an ass kicked in chin shattered an nobody could recognize you when they found ya an they still don`t know who downed ya. Verse 9 (Bart) This shit 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 niggaz won`t last when I buck one in that ass an hit the gate I seen two more escape. Chorus (Ager Man) x2 It ain`t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas an it`s amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas when pistols blazin. Verse 10 (Keek The Sneek) Cashin `em like fresh over fresh I`m in the Benz massagin a bitches my rivalry rushed out to get some ends build the twins nigga I love them bitch half Benz strugglin off that gin hoes at the bus stop wanna get in but they foot soliders not swangin like a Nova plus them niggaz 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 niggaz 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 bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt an swang yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age for the nigga I said "I didn`t love yo punk ass an plus I`m tired of the pain" like Cameo this shit is strange a nigga doin a dude to get his whole neck an head rearranged Mobb members, make niggaz think about what they doin watch what you pursuin fuck around an get yo whole career ruined. (Chorus) x1 Verse 11 (Yukmouth) Listen uh little boys an girls listen to me it is I that you see gettin high niggas be gettin by on these streets do or die on these streets hit `em high meet defeat wit `em tied across the feet niggaz 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 FUCK 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 niggas be gettin pepper sprayed up handcuffed an made to lay down circumstances to skanless, manless to slang a gang strapped down my shit be fully greased up hits the mutha fuckin streets up cuz niggas 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 fuckas find nine`s under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel Mobb material scratch off the serial number fuckin balistic so roll to the riches fuck hoes, bitches, an sluts bubblicious Yuk booku bucks my niggaz will shoot you up. 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