Conway the Machine - Shouts to the Mobb. Medusa. lyrics

[Part I: Shouts to the Mobb] [Intro: Flee Lord] Ayo, Roc, fu*k is good bro Aha, aha, okay, okay Aha, aha, okay [Verse: Flee Lord] Lord Mobb (Lord Mobb), remember the [?] Kill the lobster Ain't nothin' but lemon and bu*ter left [?] for the chef Couple thou' on my left Crawlin' up TF if I'm out on the west Ridin' out with Funk is some fire in the trunk Dope just banged my line He said he flyin' out at once Back out on east, ask Jack how we feast Eat those small [?] drag out the seat [?] turn the heat up, no chill Ayo, bangs let it hang like a decaf for real Got a cold act, keep my gunner on track Shady took his brag and bought a hundred more gats I come with all facts, got bombs in all black Once [Franchie?] clean the beat, we drummin' of that (Aha, aha, okay, okay Aha, aha, okay) I said [Franchie?] clean the beat, we drummin' of that (Aha, aha, okay, okay Aha, aha, okay) Yo [?] what's good bro? Yeah, we in New Orleans too [Steve Parks] It never occurred to me the beautiful words would be the way that I'd express myself What I'm trying to say in such a fancy way is "girl, can I help myself?" [Part II: Medusa] [Intro] Okay, okay (Boo-boom) Let's go [?] (Boo-boom) [Verse: Flee Lord] About to set [?] (About to set [?]) No more [?] your door Drop professionals in [?] (Drop professionals in [?]) All respectin' us for sure (Yeah) Connectin' us [?] (Yeah) [?] protection [?] My whole section we was poor Got busy then we winnin' open up a store Bought my choppas in the grip [?] Sayin' prayers for my peers Act [?] his Quran But you all soldiers from beyond [?] I walk through hell fire Time frozen on my arm All my pockets full [?] Checkin' raw Gucci [?] or Dior Money stay clickin' eatin' honey glazed chicken Every gang got them music heard We runnin' eight prisons Sippin' white Henny with the We was [?] 'til the feds [?] [Chorus: Flee Lord] Rock like Medusa headed (Rock like Medusa headed) Block full of crucifixes (Block full of crucifixes) [?] spooky with it ([?] spooky with it) Stupid window [?] (Stupid window [?]) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] What's a forty 'til it's empty I'm on tour with the extendi Bunch of foreign sh*t in my driveway My shorty get the Bentley I can't share my throne with these ni**as no more I'm just too [?] I come in rockin' SBs that cost more than your Balencis The flow like raw cocaine snort it through a Benji I drop off [?] elementary man All these ni**as too iffy Set it up to get more than me, you always was against me Better hurt them ni**as more to see me winning Selling cracks before the deal Corner store [?] forty shells Now look, I'm 'bout to close a deal for forty [?] ni**as saying they gettin' to a bag, well I can hardly tell No lie label off of me [?] Time [?] Big pointers on my wrist My sh*t look like a [?] Bricks come out from Florida still I only tell you half the story but it's more to tell Machine, b*tch [Chorus: Flee Lord] Rock like Medusa headed (Rock like Medusa headed) Block full of crucifixes (Block full of crucifixes) [?] spooky with it ([?] spooky with it) Stupid window [?] (Stupid window [?])