niggas want that old mob shit back
for all my mob music monsters
i'll be back selling blow
posted right there by the store
selling narcotics for the low
niggas done lost they mind
niggas think since i'm rapping now
nigga still got that line
nigga still got that line
nigga still got that line
i'll be back selling blow
in the wind getting money
never stunting clumsy gotta feed my family tummy
it's funky out here - musty
not a starter pistol; pack something husky
something that'll get your point across
knock a motherfucker head off; tomato soup
no cough; six-fifty with a brick of boat cost
if coke cost too much so i'm charging
or show you love for the butter
give you a better price than your little plug
plotting on a balling-ass thug
i stay with the pyro on me cause ain't nobody gonna protect me like me
i don't want no cowards around me
nigga think i fell off? posted up front of that store
with a hard ass kick of that blow
another word for cho is doe
trying to outsmart the po-po
come looking for me and i gotta go
i'm running through the store back door
knocking over candy and chips
commenced to hit the fence
it's not my first offense
about my dollars and sense
i like to trap and trench
we like to trench and trap
everybody with me don't rap
in this world of pain no patch
pain reliever disbeliever
don't nobody wanna fight no more
throw it all away over a ho
never see the light no more
ninety-nine plants i grow
don't be surprised if i take your bi-nitch
that's why i wear these glasses
so i can look like a nerd
savage-ass nigga from the gravel
you can find me at the shooting range
with a thumper in my fist going tactical
shaka zulu heart built for battle
free all of my real ones missing summers
in the stew doing football numbers
caught my brody with a k and some methamphetamine
didn't take the plea bargain
all his family can do now is pray
hoping they reduce his stay
pass the hat around for the lawyer pay
get him out before he hella old and gray
i'm a probably be a deacon on the alter
i don't have to break bad like walter
get my hands dirty again and push birds
either that or that windshield glass heisenberg
i'll serve if i'm down on my revenue
call the neighborhood chef