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Versuri Fatal - M. o. b

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Verse one
I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz
got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz
servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
body tated, hair matted, sellin' Key's if you f***k wit these
law breakin' niggaz scream, f***k the police
we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga s***t
what the f***k you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait
if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em
all that job-ownin' s***t, f***k you, I ain't wit'em
Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
How high? or I stabb you in ya f***kin' eye
now let's get busy nigga

Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die
live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

Verse two [Fatal]
Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in
on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man
like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this f***kin' (f***k yall) s***t
so I'm a be buckin' s***t, ya don't know who you f***kin' wit
yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly
slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'
up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop

Chorus (2x)

Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya a*s like you
Plexey gla*s, so I send my pretty bitch
swingin' t**s and a*s, preal hander on her burner so she
blastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
but it don't mean s***t, til you witness to yourself
how live it get, and I never let no rhymin' a*s bitch
share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
you get the f***kin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes
it's only hollow points I spit out my nine
drillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm pa*sin' through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
and if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen
I'd be the last nigga rappin', I'll keep my f***kin' guns clappin'

Whatever though, fake a*s niggas will never know
smellin' they own s***t, when I rip the Berrta slow
the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' silly
blowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'em
I don't give a f***k, how small big and tall
come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
and the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit bizniss
I don't know what these niggaz, be thinkin' when they see me
niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks
yall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax
thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town we
we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can't drown me
I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I f***k

Chorus (2x)

Muthaf***kin' M. O. B you ain't seen s***t yet, what







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