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Fatal - M.O.B. lyrics
Verse one I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth body tated, hair matted, sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these law breakin' niggaz scream, fuck the police we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit what the fuck you figure? Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'em Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye now let's get busy nigga Chorus Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight? how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight? we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x) Verse two [Fatal] Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man like he blast it off, beyond that, ? criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin' up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop Chorus (2x) Verse three Some niggaz, kinda of coke scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she blastin' |
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