What I'm what I'm gonna be... and I... " "Be... and I... be-be... and I... be" [Rell:] What I'm gonna be "Be... and I... what I'm gonna be... " [Lil
I'm thinkin in my head 'I just left Y.A.' Now on my way to the penitentiary for a yola case Damn I'm struck like the ? that's all I can say Cuz I be countin
's on me, show money tax free I'm a V.I.P., in your community Now I garuntee, I was on bended knee Asking G-O-D, continue to guide me Provide me the name
I ain't peep they steeze Don't think I don't got, peeps that'll squeeze the things And tryin to be M.O.P. you'll be D.O.A. Me and my mans and them roll
I?ll touch, every single part of you I wanna make sure that you?re Gonna wanna come back for more Baby I can tell, you?re Feelin me, feelin me Your bodies callin What
in the Netherlands I got a better plan I murder the powers and let Chuck fight them [Bridge] (What) M-O-B-B-D-E-E-P - Man We got guns that could take
doe They wanna know where I live (nah), what I got to give (nothin') Do I got some kids (hell nah), and do I got a Benz (bitch) But you never ask, I'
] Now I could be a crooked nigga too When I'm rollin with my crew, watch what crooked niggaz, do! I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol I'm ready to get
I hustle solo Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke Fuck what they say and
would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers
bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till
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
what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha fuckin' Krazy nigga! Where the fuckin' money?! Where the fuckin' money nigga?! (Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm
a minute, but don't wear my ears out, I want some time, you wanna grind, we gon have to work this out. I never said I love you, I'm just not your hoe
. Now, I don't wanna seem like I'm runnin' games on your brain, but why you wanna go and change a good thang. [Chorus: Malika, P.S.] All I wanna do
twice when he tack me Oops, caught me slippin I'm up and I'm out I had to bank on it, straight to the mouth Comin fuckin with my money while I'm havin
where I'm at They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C. I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick just chose me I got so much swag, is that why you mad? Control your
