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(feat. Big Pokey) [talking:] Uh uh, yeah-yeah uh yeah-yeah Uh yeah-yeah, yeah yeah [Chris Ward:] Ten bricks nigga, in a Benz six nigga It's your motherfucking nigga, C. Ward Five years later, and I'm five times greater It's your motherfucking nigga, C. Ward What's my motherfucking name, put a bullet in your head Leave your shirt red, cause pussies get bled It's the spokesman, from Y.S.P. I can't lie until I die, it's S.U.C. I conversate for a thee, do a verse for three Whenever you fuck with me, it's gon cost you a fee I rip shows, get rid of those girls you be liking and loving Cause to me, they just bullshit hoes Live and direct, from the 7-1-Tre Where niggaz be holding you down, like everyday It's the flyest, nigga talking Someone give me the space, cause I'm the flyest nigga walking I'm way out, this atmosphere What is it 0-3 shit, I'll be back next year With some new sensations, game to give y'all SongtexteM.O.B. Style, this is how we live y'all See it's the, hoe slapper Pimp, slash flow rapper Rap rhymes rap flows, rap bricks rap hoes Pay the price for anyone of the four, and I'll wrap those Bad hoes I fuck em, after that I duck em Cigarellos I stuff em, with endo and puff em Bitches on dick, wanting some'ing for nothing That might surprise you, but to me it's nothing I'm irresisitable, attitude is despicable I pop out on your kids, like peek-a-boo Huh, it's ghetto pimping on a track Shit I'm like a gat, some every nigga need in his Lac Chris Wizzard, watch how you pronounce the shit G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this uh G's up hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this [Hook:] Before you dog you dying, and busting your eye in Take the stand you lying, it's ok If you cook it cut it, watch fuck it all your niggaz in public Them bitches love it, it's ok If you hard right now, it's the greatest on the buck Looking for some'ing to fuck, it's ok If you slide in with her, it's ok If you slide in with him, it's ok [Big Pokey:] I'm the nigga, that you 'spose to know Same nigga that's suppose to touch the rock, when it's fourth and fo' I'm hot, but my freestyle fo' below Step on feet, sorry if I broke your toe My hoes, call me Mr. finesse I'm a throwback nigga, old school just like Mitchell & Ness And them scared niggaz, check they chins Fake left hand shakes, I see through you like a contact lens Now honor, my words M.O.B., money over bullshit right now I got a gun and a bird Mob niggaz, move in herds You need to stop, I cock a five pound glock that can move your curb Ain't no nigga, like a Mob Style nigga Cause a Mob Style nigga, don't quit Ain't no bitch, like a Mob Style bitch Cause a Mob Style bitch, rock pits Does it a day, new Chanelle negaleshe Buying for real, bout they bread and don't play I'm a bull like I'm born in May, I rush niggaz Stay in your place, you bump too much hush nigga In a trap, open your eyes and see your face I'm here to stay like a test in your skin, you missed a space These hoes wanna give me they ass, give me your face Cannon on my waist, cause these niggaz is hoes And you move, I walk in I'm taking the show Whip niggaz with this pen, like I'm taking the sco' First, I'ma hit em with this Lean back go and hit em with Chris, it's like I'm losing my fits M.O.B. you know that we thoed We bout to reload, unlock and explode Y.S.P. you know it don't stop This here for Lil' Pop, we stay on the block nigga [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania