I'm tryin' to hear of that Mobb it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk (Yeah, let's get this crackin' then) Super duper super duper, trunk (That's I'm talkin 'bout)
Old school, in the (Some for the trunk) Magazine Street, Hillside (This is what we do, all day this)
now (Get this den) a drought on (Now)
What you holla? you say? What dey know? What dey know this? So what dey know? dey know about this? So what dey know? Now, mobb, strictly mobb
I might be and I rap But, a hundred dollars of food stamps for 45 dollars Nigga fat, I fin' to bite on that I on stuff, a cup
I likes to out the bottle Mix Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my novel When, I was fifteen old dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin' for me, boostin' and sellin' they body That's how it's supposed to be by nature I'm naughty, naughty La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull We do 'cause trouble 'cause we on
Yeah, I'm a hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989 and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller My little sista Suga T Me on the money motivated mission
Tryin' to have it in a major way after I was on the late night Strapped nines and Desert Eagles Me and my weeples come deeper than them
on us not too long ago Sold our and went back to the Cutlass Supreme Buster demand they and forked toes
Starwise, the helicopter knockoffs My south thugs call 'em elbows, turnin' heads With the personalized license with the tremendous bump
They nose, them domes Breakin' and shakin' the neighborhood up, disturbin' Ridin' on rims, Reyimmms, slidin' through signs like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding and fines myself up to the Elroy's Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county rhymes
just some, that you can ride to Some, for you to to Some, you can to Some, that I can to
It's just some you can listen to, one mo' gen Make you stop at the sto', and purchase some gin Some to make a nigga practice lookin' for all my folkers on the boulevard
It's traditional, ass for the mobb I got bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind Forty-Wata-Wata don't tell me you gonna resign It's too for this, dude you in your prime
I said, no not me, I won't do it for my Tupac Sober see, that be I been pervin' all day since six I pull a bootch like a bad
the cheapest econo lodge a like me can find Drop her off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone freezin' to death
Empty can it hella hard to reason with It's game orienfested, let me it I know they say I been givin' up too much game
But I'ma ya how to blossom with my new invention You might wanna pay I used to sell Kirby vacuum but I wasn't a punk I at Mickey D's (What did you make?) of the Month
Livin' above my means that's a lie raid, I got an alibi Shot my first for 20 bucks
Some cheap , Marriot's America Mean Green hooked me up South Made a name for myself by of mouth
It's just some, you can ride to Some, for you to to Some, you can to Some, I can to
just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen Make you at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin Some to make a nigga practice lookin' Some for all my folkers on the
Hah, oh, what dey Oh, what dey about this? Oh, what dey know? Oh, what dey know this? Oh, what dey know?
Hella, the board of up in this The board of Head Above Water
with my, Sam Bosstigili Professor Bosstigili up on track nose up like this Where Sojourn at, whattup boy?
It's just some, you can ride to Some, for you to to Some, you can to Some, I can to
It's just some that you can to, one mo' gen Make you stop at the liquor sto', and some gin to make a nigga practice lookin' hard Some for all my on the boulevard
this here, we mobbin' out, we mobbin' out, Suga T (Ay, gurl?) (D-Shot?)
B-Legit up in (Yo, main) Young Muggzy, (You know)
Tap ass Celly Cell (Whassup? Whassup?) My Big Bone (Big Buddha)
from A-1 They doin' it like that down ass The Resevoir up in this (All day smashin')
There go Max and that the R&B singer on they ass Gonna they with that Mobb They head like
My little young Mac Mall up in this From the V-Town I thought you all the time Up in they, ass can B (Sic-wid-it nigga)
Cousin C-Bo, that Otis and singin' "I I don't go back to slangin' llello" on they ass Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass
They up like this V-Town nigga Millersville I you thought (Uh, huh) Yeah, my cousins Kamikaze and the Unit I thought, thought