MOG

I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Is that really a question?
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around here no more
The re-ups be like birthday parties
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
And myself, you know what I mean, my family, that's who I represent
You know what I mean
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable

See, that's what they don't understand
Feel me
Feel me
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real
C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit
I need relief, y'all help me, for real
They got the shivers, mayne I got the fever
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum
To me it was always get money or die
Get money or get nothing
And see that's where everybody get me wrong at
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope

Feel me
So, is your music considered the voice of
So outside the cribs all you see is the roggies
That's what I'm always trying to stress, you know what I'm saying
Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it
You know just born to mack
They ain't spitting like me, they spitting
You should be ashamed of yourself
I smell like money
You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for real
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat bitch

Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Ooh, that gone probably burn ya, that gone probably learn ya
Like nobody make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Fema

Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Tell 'em 'bout my last hoe
So hard I go I keep pushing
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of these niggas
You know what I mean I'm stunner junior
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm in my prime niggas falling back

Tha's all I know, that's all I ever knew
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the watch
That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me
Urban America or America period
Tell 'em 'bout my last show

Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
And based on the bank, I'm doing much better
No room to park the cars in the garages
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
So watch and see what I do
That's how I was tough, that's how I was brought up
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so felt
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you know
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table
You smell me, girl
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song

And tell 'em 'bout Hollygrove
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for real

But, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
And that's just what it is, nigga
Do you really have that written down in your notepad
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah yeah

I got the flu over here man, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music?
The game's so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing hachoo
My hommies, my girl, my life, you know

I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie

Swallow slow
And that's just my point right there
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
And that's how I'ma go down, man, for real