Ain`t No Killaz

[Hook: Toya]<br>Ain`t no killers, like the ones I`ve got<br>(no one can rush y`all better)<br>Red light beaming, have you scheming a lot<br>(M.O.B., get the cheddar)<br>Boys pop noise, till you show em the chrome<br>(ha-ha, ha-ha)<br>All them haters, catching shots to the dome<br>(shots to the dome, shots to the dome)<br><br>[Kyleon]<br>I got a chopper named Glenda, that cut up niggaz like blenders<br>I put in work on contenders, and to your maker I send ya<br>I push you up but I spin ya, and put AK bullets in ya<br>You bring a knife to a gun fight, with a cake click to defend ya<br>I make em fall like September, have fucked off family members<br>I bring heat to the beef, now a Paramedic gon tend to ya<br>Eating out a straw, and IV`s going in ya<br>And a closed casket and tombstone, is the way they remember ya<br>My brothers`ll smother ya, let the coroners cover ya<br>Reach out and we touching ya, now we bled and busting ya<br>Wig twisted and touching ya, AK bullets is busting ya<br>It`s a must that ya, think twice before you come fuck with us<br>Who survived we slam, six feet under our land<br>Put him to sleep with a piece, while you run from him and damn<br>I create mayhem like bonfires, at Texas A&M<br>Leave him breathless and chestless, the AK sprayed him<br>Do away with him, and ain`t no doctor saving him<br>Let him rest stop shots to him chest, the flat line`s paging him<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Grimm Reaper]<br>I could give it to ya raw, and punchline it out<br>Squeeze one off in ya mouth, and see what ya talking bout<br>Share ya thoughts nigga, all on the wall<br>M.O.B. Style shit, and I swear I only live around<br>Shooting shit, that`ll wake up the block<br>I gotta keep a mean heater, cause you know I`m trying to take up the block<br>I`m a Yellowstone nigga, with the new J`s on<br>Sixteen shots nigga, with a beam on my chrome<br>Bitch niggaz, better leave us alone<br>Cop killers penetrate ya vest fool, and then break up the bone<br>And this lovely knife work with the shank, I got the chest<br>This feather-weight Tre-8, will take care of the rest<br>Penetrating, different blocks and sets<br>Moving rocks and zones, a nigga gotta keep a glock or a tech<br>Give a fuck about icing my neck, I only care about my life and respect<br>Mobstyle know I rep`s my set, I rep`s my set-I rep`s my set nigga<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Big Pokey]<br>Two clips with 17, that`s 34 shots<br>Call all the Paramedics, we gon need 34 cops<br>It`s 34 pits, 34 rots<br>That`s 68 dogs, but only 34 locks<br>I keep my 4-4 cocked, one in the head<br>Pistol grip nice sights, trigga under the red<br>One move and ya dead, hit in the head numb in the legs<br>C-4 for damage baby, it`s a bomb in ya bed<br>I hope it`s another nigga with em, who wan` pump up lead<br>Be ain`t gon get the AK, he ain`t come with the bread<br>You know how we play it, silent and violent<br>You know what we did, cause them sirens is hollering<br>Before you disrespect it, pump ya breaks<br>When my pits jump the gate, chumps get ate<br>Don`t make me confiscate, your life lil` daddy<br>I`ll have you soul hunting your wife, lil` daddy M.O.B. you know me<br><br>[Hook]