Mob Ties

Nigga cappin we gone show him he ain't bout it
Caught him walking choppa bring the hoe up out him
Check the score they don't really want no violence
Chop it up and than we whip it out the Pyrex
Aye skrilla gang we takin off just like a rocket
Whip it up off the stove than we go collect the profit
Got your bitch on her knees told you bitch to hop up off it
We do donuts in the rental they gone make a nigga cop it
Aye and the opps say they want a nigga dead
If you want me put a price on my head
Pull up to the woods nigga don't be scared
If he pull up than we fill him up with lead
That choppa swinging cut email up like some bread
You gone die cause the shit that you said
You speak on Bo than its off with your head
Niggas snitching why you talking to the feds
Niggas speak on dead niggas like it's cool or sum
Big chop with a stock let's get loose or sum
I see a opp I ain't gone stop until I lose or sum
I just need a bad bitch to eat the crew or sum
My lil baby chew the sick like she chewing gum
And we in it til we drop ain't no Givin up
You say your main mans dead I don't give a fuck
Glock 40 with a drum turn the bass up
And this bitch gone get to kicking like a snare drum
I know you lying you ain't really from them fuck slums
I just want your bitch neck you can keep your son
Imma give your bitch back when the deed is done
They told me good luck but I don't believe in none
Big gas out the bag I need another one
Getc another woods damn we smoking hella crud
Up the mac I cooked it back just to leave em stuck
Aye niggas switching on they brothers they don't got no love
Interrogation I ain't saying nothing bout them drugs
Got off the phone I got a load it's time to pick it up



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Writer(s): Creg Brown- Terry
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