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One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear some of that Mobb

Make it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk

(Yeah, well let's get this crackin' then)

Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin'

(That's what I'm talkin 'bout)Old school, in the basement

(Some for the trunk)

Magazine Street, Hillside type

(This is what we do, all day like this)Mobb now

(Get this crackin' den)

It's a drought on

(Now)What you holla? What you say? What dey know?

What dey know about this? So what dey know?

What dey know about this? So what dey know?

Now, strictly mobb, strictly mobbI might be rich and I rap

But, a hundred dollars worth of food stamps for 45 dollars

Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that

I stay on stuff, a cupI likes to drink out the bottle

Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my novel

When, I was fifteen years old

Straight dope game, I was toldI had them hoes stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they body

That's how it's supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty

La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers

We do 'cause trouble 'cause we dump onYeah, I'm just a hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989

Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller

My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated missionTryin' to have it in a major way after I was on the late night grind

Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles

Me and my weeples come deeper than them skinnyCrept on us not too long ago

Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme

Buster demand they Zima's and forked toesStarwise, with the helicopter knockoffs

My down south thugs call 'em elbows, turnin' heads

With the personalized license plates with the tremendous bumpThey nose, fakin' them domes

Breakin' and shakin' the neighborhood up, disturbin' homes

Ridin' on rims, Reyimmms, slidin' through stop signs

Just like them action filmsWatch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines

Giving myself up to the Elroy's

Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin' rhymesIt's just some, that you can ride to

Some, for you to smoke to

Some, that you can to

Some, that I can relate toIt's just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen

Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin

Some to make a nigga practice lookin' hard

Some for all my folkers on the boulevardIt's traditional, heavy ass for the mobb

I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind

Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign

It's too early for this, dude you in your primeI said, no not me, I won't stop

I'ma do it for my Tupac

Sober see, that can't be

I been pervin' all day since six o'clock

I pull a bootch like a bad toothWith the cheapest econo lodge a like me can find

Drop her off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth

Stranded freezin' to deathEmpty handed can it

Stubborn hella hard to reason with

It's game orienfested, let me explain it

I know they say that I been givin' up too much gameBut I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention

You might wanna pay attention

I used to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a punk

I worked at Mickey D's

(What did you make?)

Employee of the MonthLivin' above my means that's a bald-faced lie

Po-po's raid, I got an alibi

Shot my first video for 20 bucksSome cheap , Marriot's Great America

Mean Green hooked me up down South

Made a name for myself by word of mouthIt's just some, that you can ride to

Some, for you to smoke to

Some, that you can to

Some, I can relate toIt's just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen

Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin

Some to make a nigga practice lookin' hard

Some for all my folkers on the boulevardHah, oh, what dey know?

Oh, what dey know about this? Oh, what dey know?

Oh, what dey know about this? Oh, what dey know?Hella, the board of weebleizations up in this

The board of weebleizations

Head Above Water productionsCollaborated with my, Sam Bosstigili

Professor Bosstigili up on this track

They nose up like this

Where that Sojourn at, whattup boy?It's just some, that you can ride to

Some, for you to smoke to

Some, that you can to

Some, I can relate toIt's just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen

Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin

Some to make a nigga practice lookin' hard

Some for all my folkers on the boulevardWith this here, we mobbin' out, we mobbin' out, Suga T

(Ay, whassup gurl?)

D-Shot

(D-Shot?)B-Legit up in this

(Yo, E-Feezee main)

Young Muggzy, Keveo

(You know)Tap that ass Celly Cell

(Whassup? Whassup?)

My Big Bone Tyrone

(Big Buddha)D-Day from A-1

They doin' it like that down they ass

The Resevoir Hoggs up in this

(All day smashin')There go Max and that Parlay

LeVitti the R&B singer on they ass

Gonna they nose with that Mobb

They head like thatMy little young cousin' Mac Mall up in this

From the V-Town I thought you thought all the time

Up in they, ass tall can B

(Sic-wid-it nigga)Cousin C-Bo, that Otis and Shug singin'

"I hope I don't go back to slangin' llello" on they ass

Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon

That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this assThey heads up like this

V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought

(Uh, huh)

Yeah, my cousins Down-n-Dirty

Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit

I thought, they thought

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