MOG

It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggaz is tuna
Carter, carter, carter, yeah
(Fuck 'em)
Let's go
Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter, yeah
Trust me there's history under all that dust
(Go)
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
And I ain't duckin' 'cuz I'm right here I'm just enough
Watch the flames start multiplyin', whoo, yeah
So how you wan' do it, baby, we can get it
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up
You startin' to look like a witness and this is

For the gangstas and the bitches, the hustlers and the hoes

Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but what's new?

So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit' a nigga
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
(Huh)
I'mma ride baby, til' the judge give me a verdict, yeah
So deep down in the dirty there lies us

I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin' young'n
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
What the fuck you niggaz tellin' me?
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up
So fuck 'em, I'mma let 'em sit
(Please)
(I got 'em B)
See you fuckin' up the money, baby, that ain't good business
Start 'em, ignite 'em, I walk through fire
Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
I'm here muhfucker make room, boom
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
Chuch
Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin'
Money and murder you, my nigga, my jelly preserver
(Yeah)
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
I been through all that I done, done what you sayin'
What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
Tha Mobb
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich

Fly around ya city, try and take another tune ya
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this
Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side
We can't see but we gon' make it to the finish line
(Who?)
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Breakfast, yes, let's eat, wipe ya mouth when ya finished
To the criminal activity, fuck with them, they rushin' in

Damn, then one more to the face just
Fee' I'm fuckin' her, I'm deep in her sleep in her
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
They don't forget it, I underline it and
Crossover whatever mainstream know
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
That's real shit if you ever seen such
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished

Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so

I put it down when the others was playin'
'Cuz every time I did it I hit it and hurt it, yeah
Fork in the road, I'm always goin' right
Stunna pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
Man, I got 'em, I'mma get 'em B

(Got 'em)
Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you

Young Tune the big kahuna
Yeah, Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Better now than sooner junior
And what happens when the reaper come
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it
Quote, unquote with the eighth, I'm a gorilla but lighter
'Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
(Bow)
They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
I'm in the lead, I can pop a wheelie
And the beat keep cryin' and I'mma keep beatin' her
'Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
Let's eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
I'm tryin' but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin'

I made enough I ain't meant shit
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it

All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit' it
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb
All I ask is that you pray for me
(Nigga)
Game get rid of me? Not little me