MOG

Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no

And I'm feelin' like mike at a Tyson fight

Bob Marley got me stinkin'
Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin'
And he ain't gettin' up after them shots
Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom
Though I bear a name only one call live with
Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
I'm sicker with it
Let some time go chill
Can't miss him if he kill you
Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast
The clip sink down to the dick
Nigga make his own brother face his back

If you hit him in the right spot
Like, ha ha
When you can't fade him
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Cheer, I play the bullshit from the backseat champ

Like I was just bathing
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
No cocking back
Hold up the beat might drop
Man, the four wheelers look so good on the sand
It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
That's just how the dice roll
I'm from Cita house, big momma's house
Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at
And the dope go inside of the veins

Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back
That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin' back
And recognize you got a crook in the place
Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
Face the facts, you can't change him
Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
From where I came'
Me I come out of that water
Get too deep up in that water

She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
Can't shoot it if you can't aim it
'Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright
Holly grove, holly grove was his last statement
Mortimer is no longer leapin', he sleepin'
Pocket knife, no handgun in sight
Then you can't blame him
So nigga get that look off your face
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin' he thinkin'
And they can't save ya

Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe
And watch my step on a wet pavement

Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy

Feet back stay from where the fake be at
They call me W E E crooked letter Y, I'm so high
So I rep 'em where I can't take 'em
When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin'
Give love and take it back
Silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
Having her mind goover a convo about dough, nothing!
Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
What you know about a bongo
Stackin figures I'm standin' firm life's a slinky
Yea, I'm from the hood