the busta spark Stupid motherfucker didn't know he robbed Rosa Parks Check game devil, what is you hawkin about Harriet Tubman freed the slaves so what the fuck is
gonna hit the floor they started the war, with a Fillmoe nigga and I'm mean, I'll throw they ass in the guillotine mercy mercy mercy, that is what they
a Christian, not a victim to this crime rate they set it off now door die is my mind state either you gone do his will and step, and die cuz the wages of sin is
with my A-Mob cats [Steph Lova] Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas Cuz the Love is
To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife And that's word, to my fam 183rd Yo A-Mob, and fuck what you heard The Battle Cat is back, but I'm
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know, my nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what?s up baby? haha, Brooklyn son, what up what up? My nigga Lloyd, my
nigga KAM (Watts Up) It ain't no shame in the game that I got The only places I love a lot is Compton and Watts And nigga, I don't give a fuck about what
of people don't know where I came from. But I betcha they know where I'm going. Know what I'm sayin? Sky is the limit for me. [Mo B. Dick] Sky is the
saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor I ain't got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake her I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the
Fat Domino is a pimp Mob boss chop it up, eating steak and shrimp Evidence, dogs never find no traces Got my poker face on, holding all the aces [Hook: x2] Presidential, is
You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich
'm livin' it up Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what So you know on the low when I blow, niggas givin' it up (they got to) They know why everything I touch is
(feat. Three 6 Mafia & Diamond (Of Crime Mob)) [Intro:] [DJ Paul:] Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat, the #1 ringtone! It's goin' down! [Project Pat:] Don
comin through with the trey gold spokes I need yokes on a bitch I wanna get with I need a old school mob with a shift kit Left, right, head bobbin, mob
scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes would love to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
For new glocks my revolution is cold as every hour My firepower is aimed at your control tower True that, I thought you knew that My swerve is out of
make these muthafuckers shame They weigh My brother taught me that crime pays We run up in another nigga shit with a.k.'s and Mob thirds Who gone have
with the quickness Drive through South Park, you need a jimmy jam-plate What them boys know bout 5th Ward? (5th Ward) (5th Ward) (5th Ward bass) Huh, what