[featuring c-bo, celly cel]
B-legit:
Bitch i got beam like scotty
Leave you spotty
When i point this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi i drinks bacardi
Gets dick hard drunk
When iand'm off that skunk punk
And you donand't wanna dance tingo tango
I let my left right mingle mangle
To your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs i throw
About to lay some shit down with celly cel and bo
From the garden blocc
Hillside got they glock
Mack 10and's
Mobb shitand'll neva end
Iand'm tryinand' to have it all
So i ball and'till iand'm gold
Mobbinand' through a sixty usinand' cruise control
C-bo:
Iand'm fuckinand' wit that click nigga
That big nigga on the block
With glocks, rag tops
Cut thangs on them gold knocks
Better watch your back and'cuz we strapped with teks
Push up in a blue lexand'
And dump caps to your neck
Mobb shit
Bustaz all die
Leather trench
Brim and two nines
Costume of a killa
At your bed side holdinand' on two millas
Uggh we bust them teks close range
Livinand' estranged
Called insane
and'cuz when itand's on itand's on site no matter night or day
And you canand't fuck wit these
Get smothered with a half a key
Bitch
Celly cel:
Give me the ball and iand'ma fill the lane like and'fenney
Hardaway and'cuz iand'm out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectinand' when iand'm checkinand' for my scrilla
I knowand'm stilla wig splittinand' killa ainand't no realla
Nigga realla than me
Mobbinand' through your hood and takinand' heads
Slumpinand' hangin out the windows dumpinand'
And shakinand' and'feds
So mind your own
Cross the line and see how quick they gone
Head blown decapitated caught slippinand' in my zone
Fuckinand' with this mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig split
C-bo:
Uggh itand's the murder man posted at the front door
And when they comes i dumps with both four-fourand's
Letinand' and'em have it and'cuz iand'm static
Dumpin the grass
Killed his ass
And then kneel down and get my last laugh
Punk bitch shouldnand't have tripped
Now he lay dead in the ditch
Ass ripped
Suckinand' on his own dick
Money talk
Bullshit walk
Fool this ainand't no sunshine
Three killas
One garden blocc, two hillside
B-legit:
This shitand's fucked and i am tag teaminand' with the murder man
And thatand'll hurt a man
Niggaz doinand' dirt and
All you got to do is hop your ass in my and'cut
Weand'll be back tomorrow morninand'
Cell, you cominand' or what?
I got this gut feelinand'
About to make the killinand' for a livinand'
The contract said the nigga wore a wire tap
And they want him dead
A hundred gand's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled
Celly cel:
Red rum is what iand'm humminand' as i hit the fence
Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up
Them ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like some chips at reno
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass c-notes
Made the hit
Got the scrilla
Gone without a trace
B behind the wheel
And bo loc cuffed to the briefcase
Yoand' nigga cell got the chopper and'case they on my trail
If itand's a tail then iand'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokinand'
These niggaz know we ainand't no jokinand'
Split up the tokens
And iand'm back in the hood loccinand'
Fuckinand' with this mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig split
B-legit:
Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a
Buck but if iand'm fucked in the gas chamber.
The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.
And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask.
Haters hatin but its all game related and thatand's what we do bitch
