Mobsta shit, shit
You don't see these murder guys Princess hurt ya eyes Got tha chicks that them thighs the top back on the prowler like tha car ain't circumcised
Burglarize hoes, leave ya closed Bricks in my while I ride slow, smoke yo fire dro No repercussions, he was Turn my volume under ten to keep my from busting
If them come rushin', can't say I froze Won't open the doors, 'bout the they caught up I done of my outer clothes, car in tha garage I say good God, my day was
Call two freaks up for tha mnage trios, parlaying Sade was when we was screwing was ruin if beef is brewing I'ma put slugs into, money they be pursuing
The nerve of these jealous bastards fo Master my patience, them custom grain caskets is waitin' Passion for satin, they have, gave them a blood bath Had to show them who holdin' shit down wit they tuff ass
We alias, wishin' they be us, can't three eighty us 'Cause we'll wreck everything within a radius When ya see me betta With love or some blood
I got all type of B M Chiefs, and Gov's Deeply who gotta retire from crime 'Bout to hit that big lick so we pull it
(One time) I got some good news man, some good We gone come up if we just make quick move (Lay it all on the line)
Hit 'em in the and da dom Left tha party wit tha chrome Come up wit a Soon as everybody that I'm gone (One time)
'Cause I it mama, your son he's a success Now you ain't got no reason to (Lay it all on the line) Gotta keep it gangsta, 'cause I'm a Do it like a balla, 'cause I'ma a
'Cause it takes a second to pop me a snitch up my connection and cop me a brick And he a Chezovoceian chick She was cocky and shit, she like watchin' blow at the hotel
Wit big dreams to never being rich And she too sloppy wit dick Said she get on she was gonna cop me a six blue Spreewell shoes, detail smooth
On some Mickey and Malery me and my crews Type of what's tha beno, I gave her two six plus ten four twelve five for the brick And five for the plane and Limo
Plain and called my guy And told 'em and send more Meditating plot on my lick I smell them Frankensen blow Do my thugdizle I scared of this
Fly ya head like Peaguses, bloody up that Hoe I'ma Aries, them fucked up tha lick When sendin' on tha plane Put a major glitch in tha game but I'm get me thangs
As I come wit new ways to travel my shorties get on 'em back wit pound and packages Wit tha Scorpions on Of we been on them
Niggas know they two for forty and 'em I done seen truck load wit keys than accordions on 'em And you think I'm past up that quick fast dust, let me up That ain't a fast truck, get yo ass
(One time) I got some good news man, good news We gone come up if we just make quick move (Lay it all on the line)
Hit 'em in the and da dom tha after party wit tha chrome Come up wit a Soon as everybody know I'm gone (One time)
'Cause I made it mama, your son he's a Now you ain't got no reason to (Lay it all on the line) Gotta it gangsta, 'cause I'm a hustla Do it like a balla, 'cause a mobsta
I spit words be gangsta shit, make hustla tip and ballers rich sick mobsta hitz, I'm tha shit You see me visit the optometrist Cars I flip like Dr. Bonovich
Prada lic but nigga got whooped, should of shit was funny My old connection he got to gun me I know he took tha money, if I probably wrong Turn tha volume
Shoot him on to lay his body on fuckin' marcon Two to tha caveza, pincha That ring on your was too cold Got pinch for two O's, and a half my staff is sick
Had him like a Catholic Always thought things was now you don't laugh at shit Stupid bastard fuck wit Twista, Turtle Banxxs, and Stokes
Coming up dro flowin' slangin' I tried to But when I see a lic to make the world On tha love, I think I got to I
(One time) I got some news man, some good news We gone come up if we just make this quick (Lay it all on the line)
Hit 'em in the and da dom Left tha party wit tha chrome Come up wit a as everybody know that I'm gone (One time)
'Cause I made it mama, your son he's a Now you ain't got no reason to (Lay it all on the line) Gotta keep it gangsta, I'm a hustla Do it like a balla, 'cause a mobsta
Mobsta shit, shit