M. O. B.

<br>Verse one<br><br>Im livin in hell, where all these niggaz<br><br>Got stories to tell, I be blasint on these bitch niggaz<br><br>Servin well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth<br><br>Body tated, hair matted, sellin keys if you fuck wit these<br><br>Law breakin niggaz scream, fuck the police<br><br>We gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit<br><br>What the fuck you figure? <br><br>Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates<br><br>Findin niggaz dead, bringem home and I cant wait<br><br>If niggaz is real, then they aint scared to split em<br><br>All that job-ownin shit, fuck you,i aint witem<br><br>Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say<br><br>How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin eye<br><br>Now lets get busy nigga<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br>Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight? <br><br>How many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight? <br><br>We get money over bitches, cuz we aint scared to die<br><br>Live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)<br><br><br><br>Verse two [fatal]<br><br>Keep it comin, these niggaz get done in<br><br>On any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga<br><br>Puttin in work, then past it off, to my little man<br><br>Like he blast it off, beyond that, ? <br><br>Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap<br><br>Endin ya whole stat, Im the master of this fuckin(fuck yall)shit<br><br>So Im a be buckin shit, ya dont know who you fuckin wit<br><br>Yall spaced out duckin quick, the number one parolly<br><br>Slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin<br><br>Up shorty rocks, gettin money wit the forty cop<br><br><br><br>Chorus (2x)<br><br><br><br>Verse three<br><br>Some niggaz, kinda of coke<br><br>Scared to bust, and I be lookin through ya ass like you<br><br>Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch<br><br>Swingin tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she<br><br>Blastin fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,<br><br>But it dont mean shit, til you witness to yourself<br><br>How live it get, and I never let no rhymin ass bitch<br><br>Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility<br><br>You get the fuckin picture, I swear by everythin spit in my rhymes<br><br>Its only hollow points I spit out my nine<br><br>Drillin niggaz on the block, when Im passin through<br><br>I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you<br><br>And if I ever get caught sleepin, which I ever doubt would happen<br><br>Id be the last nigga rappin, Ill keep my fuckin guns clappin<br><br><br><br>Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know<br><br>Smellin they own shit, when I rip the berrta slow<br><br>The nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin silly<br><br>Blowinem and showinem, cuz my dogs dont knowem<br><br>I dont give a fuck, how small big and tall<br><br>Come get me, and I talk on how square yall are<br><br>Attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid<br><br>And the toughest on ya squad, cant ride wit bizniss<br><br>I dont know what these niggaz, be thinkin when they see me<br><br>Niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie<br><br>I stack whack rappers, and stickem like cornerbacks<br><br>Yall niggaz is jumpin jackz, and bluffin on wax<br><br>Thinkin you can clown me, me and my little town we<br><br>We lost niggaz, fo life, out here they cant drown me<br><br>Ill be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up<br><br>To tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck<br><br><br><br>Chorus (2x)<br><br><br><br>Muthafuckin m.o.b you aint seen shit yet, what