Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz, niggaz, niggaz, (Yeah) been invited, (welcome) what I'm talkin 'bout Mobb up in this motherfucker, bring yo' ass in here Hey yo check it out son, check it out like
I a hammer on my waist 'cause ain't no steppin' to this Hey yo don't let you be a problem I'm fiendin' to fix You peep the grin on my face mean I'm creepin' on somethin' Whether a bad bitch, or a nigga that somethin' Call me a old cat wit aiyyoung mentality I live by the day and I go out for I don't language if it ain't talkin' money the era walkin' 'round with knots lookin' bummy Certain bitches knew the code so they with the flow And let you know they fifty-four elevens from the door We cut school, cooked caine, took to the brain And a nigga had it, still hopped the fuckin' train Look back and laugh but ain't funny still My little brother his life, forever I'm stuck with a ice grill Got friends with chemical And the love get tough, believe me it's challengin'
You go out for me, I'm out for you love (tough love) It's the crew for one, and one for the (yeah) It's love (tough love) No matter the bullshit the put us through (*gunshot*) love (tough love) Y'all my niggaz and you know what I'd do (hey yo it out) slugs (bust slugs)
It was one of those days you could smell it was 'bout to Parked in the car sittin' in the back Just me and my dun, smokin' the That's the floor phone rung, "who could this be?" (get back) "What's good?" "Yo dun, I got very bad news" "Yo who this?" "Lil' BG from Springfield, and Lou" "Okay, to me" "Now to make a long story short, got bodied at party" "You lyin'" "That's word to our dead, hear I said Now meet me at the rest time for get back" "I'm there" off my dun at the Vann's, at Yorke College Can't believe they killed my man Why not somebody gotta pay for this And we know who did it man it's for that shit Go they way and spray them clips And watch niggaz lay down like chicks
You go out for me, I'm out for you Tough (tough love) It's the for one, and one for the crew (yeah) It's love (tough love) No matter the the world put us through (*gunshot*) Tough (tough love) Y'all my niggaz and you know what I'd do (HEY YO IT OUT) Bust (bust slugs)
That's my niggaz and niggettes that certified Mobb shit (God DAMN!) Stay tuned, what I'm sayin' And get that motherfuckin album and stay, Ya' (yeah)
[DJ Whoo Deep Free (HA-HA, HA-HA) (*gunshots*)