The Mossie - Personal lyrics

[E-40] I gets a phone call about a neighbor Daylight savings time seven o'clock at night Three-way conversation 40-Water family member, cousin "Dude did you receive my card" - "When did you send it?" "Yesterday, should've been there by now" 9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo, California mail box ect. 9-4-5-9-1" Damn, sh** what the f** is goin' on around here Dude 'nem got some paper work out on you They talkin' about makin' your a** disappear Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab They way to sharp Guess again, you know your so-called homie Your best friend [D-Shot] What I do, believe me you wouldn't wanna know For what I did I opened up a d**tore By all means, the scratch was the common goal To cover team, I hooked up my fellows Oh what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip They stick they a** in the air just like a b**h Now whats the definition of b**h A punk a** b**h that sit down when he piss [Chorus: Levitti] Personal, life ain't no rehearsal Personal, this is what I jack for Personal, life ain't no rehearsal Personal, this is why I hustle [Levitti] All this sh** I gotta deal with And every time I look around I'm fonkin' When I strap on it, now there's work to do Blood on my hand, I took a life or two Laid 'em down like a hog Bucked a n***a down at the mall Semi-autos, macks, Glock full lines Quick to send you to the mortuary, yeah [Suga T] I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a call I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all (dog) Down for the cause, just like I'm down for a dog Damn what you heard, it's all about what you saw Why you up in draws, can't no you can't go skinny dippin' Why you lookin at me silly ho Cause I'm makin' moves, clockin dough Suga T, supa nice, from Vallejo Oh, oh broken up like Freddy When you really wanna see me in my teddy (teddy) I got my machete, y'all ain't ready (ready) (Chorus) [The Mossie] (Kaveo): Here they come slow it down mossey on the pa**enger side Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds That'll lay 'em down See we from the town Where murder for hire ain't no thang Water splittin' 'caine, bring the pain When n***as get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady n***as don't give a f**, we'll dump on you when you with your lady Known to be vicious, a n***a will break your dishes Get out the AK out the window blowin' kisses (Young Mugzy): You den f**ed around with some riders Hill Siders, rippin' on chests and guts Oh how you f** around with the quietest n***a and he went nuts See I den f**ed around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve Shot my house up on graduation day And damn near k**ed my first born and my sister You gotta make more to play more that's what they told me I could give a f** about you intended cops, that's what my daddy told me I put that on my only son, my other seeds You f** with me I gone make your body bleed (Tap Dat Ass) We got some funk with these n***as that can't stick in they chest We chief the heat The garlic hollow tips with the vest Bulletproof ski mask Raid they a** like the task Get the j**els and the cash and send they a** first cla** To a six foot ditch We trippin off that b**h And that's the same punk ho that was ready to snitch On your whole team For sellin' ounces of cream You got emotional, that's why it's personals, b**h!!! (Chorus)