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Tha Mobb

Yeah, hard body (hard body)

Carter, carter

Carter yeah

Lets goCash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side

They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide

Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin'

Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma

I'm tryin', but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin'

All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)

And the beat, keep cryin' and I'm a keep beatin' her

Fee I'm fuckin' her I'm deep in her sleep in her

And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)

I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up

I made enough I ain't make shit

So while I'm here I'm a take that and take this (nigga!)

Breakfast, yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished

Then hunt for the lunch and dinner, no beginner

To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin' in

Like Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows Harold

Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert

Carter two tell me how is you gon stop a riot

I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)

I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)

Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (Go!)

I'm here mu'fucker make room, boom!

Young Tune the big kahuna

It's my ocean baby y'all niggas is tuna

Better now than sooner junior

Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya

I ain't goin' nowhere special I won't never leave

Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave

Can't get rid of me? Not little me (no)

Man I got 'em I'm a get 'em B (I got 'em B)

I'm hungry like I didn't eat (yeah)

I want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeen

What the fuck you niggas tellin' me?

You pups can't keep up with the pedigree

Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies

Call myself settling palm trees Promethazine but whats new?

Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loo

Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!)

So how you want do it baby we can get it

All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit' it

Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver

I'm a ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah!

Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it

Cause every time I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah

Now I kill it, the mission accomplished

The niggas abolished the bitches astonished

Then they pay homage when did they find it but

Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so

They don't forget it I underline it and

I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin' young'n

I been through all that I done done what you sayin'

I put it down when the others was playin'

When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders

Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions

hold court with the apes I'm a gorilla but lighter

Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah

Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire

Watch the flames start multiplyin' whoo! yeah

Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga

Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga

I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga

Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite

Fork in the road I'm always goin' right

Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights

We can't see but we goin' make it to the finish line

It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line

Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines

Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times

Damn then one more to the face (Bow!) just

So they close the casket like I pay to close the case

I'm made straight mafia shit, front line

Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit

If I talk about my rivals they'll probably get rich

So fuck 'em I'm a let 'em sit

And I ain't duckin' cause I'm right here, I'm just enough

I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up

See you fuckin' up the money baby that ain't good business

You startin' to look like a witness and this is

For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes

Crossover whatever mainstream know

'Cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold

You heard it right here if the game was ever told

Lift up ya toes and look under a rug

Trust me there's history under all that dust

So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?)

Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front

Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt

Let's eat and talk about all the niggas we cut

But you know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch

That's real shit if you ever seen such

Chuch

"Tha mobb, nigga"

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