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  • featuring FACEMOB





    I'm gonna fix this shit in '96



    FACEMOB in the motherfuckin' house the G B

    For the 1990 3 3 you know what I'm sayin'



    Gun shots ring out niggas duckin' what the fuck?!

    Seen this nigga bite the bullet it daym fucked him up

    Put him outside his innerself

    Took his lifeline from him

    Never got the chance to see who done it

    Just niggas runnin' breakin' to they shit

    Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix

    And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'

    Eyes to the back of his head, wide open

    And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer

    Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers

    But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed

    As they gaze at the corpse

    Before they drop him in the grave [Get paid]

    That's all he spoke, lights out at your part

    That's all she wrote

    Everybody got a time and a place they die

    But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I



    (Chorus) x2



    Hold it down, gang type mobbin'

    4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try

    If life was a game, that money could buy

    The rich niggas would live

    And the po' niggas would die



    Way down in the south, deep, on the creep

    There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet

    Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt

    Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt

    What it look like?

    On the south side ti be hoppin'

    Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'

    I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?

    Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale

    But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?

    4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all

    Meanwhile, I'ma tell y'all all just what I hate

    A fool that want to pop lip

    To turn and shake and gyrate, as I



    Chorus



    Up in the set you see me robbin'

    Sippin' on the Hennessey

    Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy

    Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep

    Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps

    I'm 'bout to take this hoe down like a Frisco


  • But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls

    I test those who ain't never seen me jump

    Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk

    Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink

    Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank

    Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'

    Cause up in this game (?????) aim and you forgotten

    I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors

    And I catch those tryin to escape

    Where they goin? Up out the back door

    And I'm at your head, wit a .38

    Ready to murder, straight through your chest

    Wit no time to waste, I



    Chorus X2



    Look at him, bleedin from the mob

    There goes another nigga, gone

    Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home

    Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs

    Tryin to fuck these same bitches

    Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts

    I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)

    All of a sudden (????)

    Goddamn there they go wit all that shit

    Shankin and shootin and squabblin

    But you know I'm holdin it down

    Gang type mobbin



    I'm havin bad luck Willie

    Feelin like I lost my dog

    Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone

    Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today

    Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way

    I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and

    Hearin that you holdin what we did

    Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end

    Come again come come niggas get toasted

    Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup

    And leave em turned up

    Is this that motherfuckin P A Y

    Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it

    You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe

    You see it and start runnin but can't run all night

    Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit

    Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did

    [Its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize

    what you (????)]

    And I'm



    Chorus X2



    The rich niggas will live

    The poor niggas will die

    So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich

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