down for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I bust rounds for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I'm gone clown for my bitches Fuck them other bitches It's
trees slapped my mutha fuckin' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed in my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B. watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me
Ruthless is reality [Dr. Dre] (Ruthless) Ruthless is reality Ruthless is reality [Richie Rich] Yo Icee B, that was tight But now it's time for my main man the L-o-c
guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was? Step
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every
s My Dogg Right There That?s My Partner In Crime, That?s My That?s The Bomb That?s My Dogg Irv Gotti My Dogg Milwaukee Buff My Brother Keath Yeah Seeker
Murder INC, all my family we here Big shout to all my niggaz All my crud niggaz, all my street niggaz, all my grime niggaz All my industry niggaz, all my
pigeons That's my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this
pocket This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma
I'll give my last dime to my nigga Save my heart But keep it real at all times with my nigga Look, that's for my nigga If he on a murder charge I'ma make
sundays and DJ's And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now won't you bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for
[Hook] B.L.A.C.K.R.O.B. I got a, freaky, freaky, freaky lil flow Lock the town like Fidel Castro Went straight to jail, did not pass go (Aiyyo Black
and see how quick they gone Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone Fuckin' with this Mobb shit Niggaz get they wig split [C-Bo:] Uggh it's the murder
I need a fifth To start off my muthafuckin' day I'm feeling good as fuck and I'm almost my way Just C-K These - punk-ass niggas this is C-M-G Your number
kill a Slob it's the fifth of the month Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass Black Glock in my hand
's enough If you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs up I only stay K's up Cause my nigga's from the K But this is West/Side motherfuckin' P.B.H. Killin
product of the system [BLOODY MARY] Bickin' it back being bool Yeah, that's what my homie said Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a C-K That's
