I'm gonna fix this sh** in '96
FACEMOB in the motherf**in' house, the G B
For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'
Gun shots ring out, n***as duckin', what the f**?!
Seen this n***a bite the bullet, it, daym, f**ed him up
Put him outside his innerself
Took his lifeline from him
Never got the chance to see who done it
Just n***as runnin', breakin' to they sh**
Befoe' the gun, put they a** up in the mix
And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'
Eyes to the back of his head, wide open
And I'm hopin' that they don't find the k**er
Because this n***a, crossed a whole bunch of k**ers
But still a bunch of motherf**as stand dazed
As they gaze at the corpse
Before they drop him in the grave [Get paid]
That's all he spoke, lights out at your part
That's all she wrote
Everybody got a time and a place they die
But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, I
(Chorus) x2
Hold it down, gang type mobbin'
4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try
If life was a game, that money could buy
The rich n***as would live
And the po' n***as would die
Way down in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet
n***a peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my skrilla and got his a** hurt
What it look like?
On the south side ti be hoppin'
Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'
I got him on the camera, f**in' thief wanna check mail?
Shot him now another b**h is waitin' just to exhale
But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?
4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all
Meanwhile, I'mma tell y'all all just what I hate
A fool that want to pop lip
To turn and shake and gyrate, as I
Chorus
Up in the set you see me robbin'
Sippin' on the Hennessy
Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a b**hes deep
Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps
I'm 'bout to take this ho down like a Frisco
But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls
I test those who ain't never seen me jump
Light they a** up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk
Motherf**as that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink
Leave they a** to stank, then I down a whole drank
Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'
Cause up in this game f**ers aim and you forgotten
I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors
And I catch those tryin to escape
Where they goin? Up out the back door
And I'm at your head, wit a .38
Ready to murder, straight through your chest
Wit no time to waste, I
Chorus X2
Look at him, bleedin from the mob
There goes another n***a, gone
Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his a** at home
n***as can't get along, specially at the clubs
Tryin to f** these same b**hes
Strange n***as, tryin to check nuts
I just look as I drink my drink and I (?????)
All of a sudden (????)
Goddamn there they go wit all that sh**
Shankin and shootin and squabblin
But you know I'm holdin it down
Gang type mobbin
I'm havin bad luck Willie
Feelin like I lost my dog
Lookin sick cause my motherf**in scratch is gone
Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today
Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way
I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and
Hearin that you holdin what we did
Up to yourself and tryin to f** me on my end
Come again come come n***as get toasted
Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup
And leave em turned up
Is this that motherf**in P A Y
Back city and its sh**ty but for show they timed it
You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe
You see it and start runnin but can't run all night
Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot sh**
Ass naked for that motherf**in sh** you did
[Its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize
What you (????)]
And I'm
Chorus X2
The rich n***as will live
The poor n***as will die
So I guess we gotta make all the poor n***as rich
Is that how it goes?