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[featuring yukmouth, dru down, swoop g, cydal]
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.