Verse one
I'm livin' in hell, where all these n*ggas
Got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these b*tch n*ggas
Servin' well, and the company I keep, be the sc*m of the earth
Body tated, hair matted, sellin' Key's if you f*ck wit these
Law breakin' n*ggas scream, f*ck the police
We gonna ball fo, the lil n*gga sh*t
What the f*ck you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
Findin' n*ggas dead, bring'em home and I can't wait
If n*ggas is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em
All that job-ownin' sh*t, f*ck you,I ain't wit'em
Cuz, when I say jump, n*ggas say
How high? or I stabb you in ya f*ckin' eye
Now let's get busy n*gga
Chorus
Yall n*ggas, wanna ride tonight?
How many n*ggas, in the house feel live tonight?
We get Money Over b*tches, cuz we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)
Verse two [Fatal]
Keep it comin', these n*ggas get done in
On any run in, I smrik and j*rk, on any trigga
Puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man
Like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
Endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this f*ckin'(f*ck yall)sh*t
So I'm a be buckin' sh*t, ya don't know who you f*ckin' wit
Yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly
Slap shots like a goalie, the forty Glock like steel totin'
Up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop
Chorus (2x)
Verse three
Some n*ggas, kinda of coke
Scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you
Plexey glass, so I send my pretty b*tch
Swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
Blastin' fast, alot of n*ggas know my rep
But it don't mean sh*t, til you witness to yourself
How live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass b*tch
Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
You get the f*ckin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes
It's only hollow points I spit out my nine
Drillin' n*ggas on the block, when I'm passin' through
I bust six, in the air n*gga, just for you
And if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen
I'd be the last n*gga rappin', I'll keep my f*ckin' guns clappin'
Whatever though, fake ass n*ggas will never know
Smellin' they own sh*t, when I rip the Berrta slow
The nine milly, the fake thuggs n*ggas thats gettin' silly
Blowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'em
I don't give a f*ck, how small big and tall
Come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
Attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
And the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit bizniss
I don't know what these n*ggas, be thinkin' when they see me
n*ggas call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks
Yall n*ggas is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax
Thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town we
We lost n*ggas, fo life, out here they can't drown me
I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
To tall for lust, I bend these b*tches when I f*ck
Chorus (2x)
Muthaf*ckin' M.O.B you ain't seen sh*t yet, what