Lyrics:
the sensi
I'm a real rude boy tell me what you can't see
M.O.B. is how I'm livin up your girl fancy
Once again yeah g style freestyle let me out
Loud, this
this list is eternal
You should be saying your grace
Robbas, stealas, jackas and drug dealas
The cons with no rights
And kids who started the fights
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
Do me wrong you might gamble wit yo life
Fuck you mean I'm still counting up the stripes
Do this sober I don't need no lean wit sprite
Hennessey if
and take your life
Backdoor your wife, backdoor your kids
I'm the young pretty bitch
Hoe you know what it is
In Castro Valley walking out that alley
Self
to get it is a sifter and a quik cap
This music business aint nuffin but a big TRAP
So im posted UP with the packs, cause my shit crack
Slangin out
the world on my back all this pressure
How I’m worldwide and I ain’t sold no records
Man my name Lil B I’m the sea
100K for a verse I don’t rap for free
But I
want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My nigga Cad in this motherfucker
I got my
the hard labour
Put the tracks on repeat and disturb neighbors
Perfectionist, I'm a piece-maker
No peace for them man
I'm a peace-breaker
Go stupid
This ones
allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustas is my motherfuckin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggas reported
state we are expected to accept those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can hope for as death?
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
everybody in the building, my nigga L
My nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas
This here is exodus! Say
with tyrants
Or confide in dead messiahs
By now you know a lot about me
Nothing's ever private
Whatever you're looking for in life you'll more than
y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
We gon' take it back with this
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
We
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
Suicide, it's a suicide...
[scarface]
Retaliation is a must
Leavin' opposition in the dust
In mob we trust, fuckin' with us gon' get your bust
It's
the Lench Mob
He gaffled for his meals (McDonald's is my spot)
Ayo Jay Dee, kick some shit for the Maad Circle, G
If you don't work, you don't eat,
take yours
Creeping with the mob
You know we them boys
You ain't talking money, yeah?
You said enough
South side nigga
Probably why I'm raw
Coming for
wear blue seven days out the week (for life)
I mob the street, DP, while I'm holding my heat
I want to warn you, shit they got killers on the East,
hustling, Boss
Yeah, you gotta pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might never see again
And we
And all the ones that I'd adore but never settled for went out and got them a new man
Went out and got them a new man, uh oh oh
Karma is a bitch but that
I did a couple, they don't really know me though
Right by the Poconos
My niggas overdose
It's hard to fight when your life is a rope-a-dope
My throat
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