Sicko Mobb - Chiraq lyrics

[Intro: Lil Ceno] MOB! No squad sh** It's mob sh** and gang sh**, period 1-5 Anna Boys, Sicko,(or) No mobb. Period MOB BANG [Verse 1: Lil Ceno] Whoever said we only made bopping music We some savages and I'll put you through it Got a nean dean that'll split your wig Have your body leaking all types of fluids On my Anna sh**, Me and Suwoo Straight gang bang, color suwoo From a holy city we don't f** around Drop a opp n***a, shooting cars too We S-M, we D-G That's Sicko Mobb and that's Dale Gang You f** with us, straight terrorizing sh** Hold your head homie find your brain Got big guns just like the navy Knock your limbs off just for looking crazy Old lady tricking, f** Ms. Daisy Walking up looking like Slim Shady Don't serve him, bro is you crazy? n***as over there straight sneak dissing AK shells leave his body missing Play laser tag leaving not a witness Shoulda thought first Ho, mind your business Now it's too late bullets hitting the gate Now your family crying, wishing for some fate Call the ambulance or it's too late Getting OTS with uncle savage Roll the windows down now its blamming time Stunting on the opps, f**ing opp thots Cause its blowing them ho I love to shine 357 n***a f** a nine, No evidence leave his moma crying Snitching on the bros, whole family dying Foreign whips what a young n***a riding Now that I made it I'm flying on jets Flirtin' with thotties and keeping them wet Chiraq my city we popping them flats I can't take it off not remy We posted with macs HAHAHA! Ahh that's just a lil bit for yall goof a** n***as who said we couldn't do this sh**, man Keep up, Sicko Mobb or no mobb, b**h! Gang! Mob! No squad sh**, 15th and Christiana b**h, Posted with macs That's it Mob sh**, No squad sh**. Gang sh**, no opp sh** [Lil Trav] Let me at'em big bro Let me go one time Sicko sh**, you know? No squad sh**, only Mob sh** And if these n***as start sh** and we ain't gon' squash it Skee!! Skeeee. Let me at his a** Go! [Verse 2: Lil Trav] Chiraq plot Now its hammer time I'm nailing hoes yea I like to shine I pray to God for a bad b**h That bad b**h straight s** dick Got a white b**h called Red Neck Paid ho, Love the s** Money green like the Ogre Shrek She a big dog with a p**y cat I'm cooking sh**, Playing daddy I'ma whoop his sh** Like a cigarette I'll smoke a b**h Like Mario I'll poke a b**h Don't play. Watch Stay coach on me, Man down Man down! In the robber fit Aw Okay. you caked up This settlement better last luck In a black truck or black Ma** (Maserati) With a mac gun that'll cut up Yall talking sh**, in the gra** row Got a army tank, full of sicko Smoke go-low, skee-eet ho Race reckless, eat cereal Pistol play, murderers In the hood, my team carnivores In Hollywood, we at Hollywars I'm super hot, f** cold water I ain't calming down That's broke sh**, I'll change a n***a With a whole kit, get choke quick With a oochie ho, got a sniper rifle, with a stupid scope On Rasta sh**, these n***as ?, ? sh** Snakes in the gra** stay plotting and sh** If a fee fee up they starving and sh** I'm a shorty in the field on some Da-Da-Da sh** Reload the clip, make it skip Big guns, knock off your hip Too much blood, take a sip Curve the bullet, shoot off your hip Do this first, aim the tec Big dawg n***as it's time to flex (?) aim low like super jets Three hoes called triple threat 357 plus 380's Blow bodies up like M-80's I hate to lose, It's Trav Baby Marine gun, deep like the navy Can't miss sh**, I hit sh** Go down her throat like fish sticks f** up your lungs like cigarettes Go dummy, illiterate Hollow tips, spread through your body It's turbo time, lets do Karate Got a deuce deuce (22) flow through your body f** enemies, shoot everybody Get good head, like snap back This Nina gon' clap back I ribbit n***as, Honey Smacks Got big n***as doing jumping jacks Stay on dummy, aim for your tummy Stop goof capping ain't nothing funny Laugh now then cry later Drive by fast, speed racer Laugh now then cry later Drive by fast, speed racer [Verse 3: Young Heavy] L-E-X-I-N-G-T-O-N Them my n***as they BMC If you said it once you gotta say it again On the dale in them white flags We post up and we tec in bags See people we never lack Still finish a n***a like a checker flag Christiana That's the 1-5 Where they Mob sh**, Tote sh** Thirty shots, long clip Double breasts, clone sh** Where you get hit they put it on with I'm riding around in a foreign So I'm riding around and I'm smoking I ride around like a champion cause I ride around with that trophy That trophy be that steel n***a That thirty out that forty that's that k** n***a, get k**ed n***a Sit still n***a, better chill n***a I'm rolling off that pill n***a If he don't get that picture Pull a Tommy out, Hilfiger [Verse 4: J Cash] I know a bunch of n***as from the city Chi That's down to ride from either side That north, west, south, east side Want to stay alive, know your street side Them hitters rushing like a D-line n***a stay posted like a re-vine n***a stay strapped in Chiraq, don't never lack I keep mine West side n***as don't dry They jack ball from side-to-side They up a oochie, stunt for the coochie You broke n***a You stay dry Thot b**hes be thirsty at the fee fee, cause a n***a flee If you got wings on your jeans, (I) bet them thot hoes one f** for free A.M. better set your clocks, when I pop a block, watch out for cops They selling, rocks they selling blow Shorty in the cut, they keep a pole Because who knows when a opp (will) arrive 'Till them n***as die, hitters occupied And if I should die, right before your eye Don't drop a tear. Let bullets fly Smoking on a straight cemetery n***as drilling sh** like a military Got big guns like the military Make a military n***a very scary f** the neighborhood, it's a opp in every Nina finger f**, watch me pop her cherry I got thirty off in every clip I'm letting thirty off, n***a every rip Slide up on a n***a in a Cara Van Strapped up, Wrapped up like a Taliban Wild west shoot out, bet i make'em dance 9-1-1 here come the ambulance 1-5, Anna Mob.That's bro nem Savages'll rock a b**h, ain't no ho in nem Thawed out twenty bricks that's mo and nem West side summertime here we go again Like freaky tails up on the Dale Them thots they den topped everybody Leave the crime scene with a hundred shells Police say "They shot everybody" We love guns and roses like Ed Hardy We dreaded up like Bob Marley (You) better use your head before you lose your head We from Chiraq, we the land of bodies [Outro: Lil Ceno] Gang sh**, Mob sh**, man Up top, It's a movement, man You know how we rocking, man Outwest sh**, man. Chiraq Gang, Gang! Mob Catch me up top, man Cool with me some time man That's where all this money at All these foreigns be All these Robin's All these- All this DOPE!!! f** is you talm 'bout? SKEE-EEEEEETTTT!!!