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Infamous Mobb - Reality Rap lyrics
f/ Blitz, Kaos, Uno Dos * send corrections to the typist [Ty Knitty] One hand wash the other, I never shit on my niggas I roll with them niggas that be pulling them triggers I rep the dead and the living We the best that did it, expenses we spend it Big faces explosive guns we smash out dunns IM3 coming through make way what you wanna do Choose the fifth or get popped with the fifth Either way you got no ends, I represent QB The biggest hood in the world, there's too many of us It's too easy to get touched Catch you at a show take your 'dro take your ice Catch you on the island while you rocking on the mic Senting kites from down south Cut that nigga from head to his mouth He violated in the streets Fronted like he wanted beef Now it's a wrap, duke rather hang it up We the mobb We ain't no gang but we bang niggas up [Uno Dos] Besides rap I blaze niggas up My ox shit, my mutton chops Ice pick their guts never gon'(na) stop All your mans is gonna watch Free performance on the block Meantime invest in rocks buy and sell stocks Uno Dos is papi to connect With my eyes on your neck Your jewels extra large like stretch I'll show you my strength Fiends get their check on the first Be gone by the second the third they come on stolen shit begging for seconds I ain't gon' lay for a second Ain't gon' wait for a second If it's any beef can get it Uno Dos don't forget it I'm chum to menace exclusive Honorable mention fuck with Knitty, G-O & Twin Y'all some dead niggas [Chorus] Hustle and rob We Infamous Mobb nigga That's my word to god We Infamous Mobb nigga IM3's the squad Infamous mobb and we won't stop 'til your head goes pop [G.O.D] We them original mobb men Get lead lodged in We them marksmen you hate Them thug niggas you love Find me in my neighborhood pub I'm yacked up bent Crushing haze and hash until I'm content I'm a hood nigga for life, it ain't no changing I'm so damn dangerous, you want I'll make you famous Take cover when I aim this pistol I'm bucking to hit you My 41st team all pro official Nigga I'll kiss you then kill you No CO-D's just me then beat that body cause you ain't nobody Been on these cold ass streets living off juice and naughty sleep You'll be six feet under this concrete [Blitz] You and that metal cut them corners you ghetto's left desserted My origins the projects rebels, steps and murders My name is the logic connect and vets and burners If I bang them thanks on this cannon, bet you earned it Pop up in your zip code aim while I'm loading Shit and I can let this clip go in the name of this Omen Leave him holding with my clip grow Raised on his blowing Like times in this life of crime, ways never knowing Contact and touch your body Trust me I'll be up in that black van no plates rusty shotty Cause cliques want no drama With cliques that hold armor Blitz approach drama from strips to Osama [Chorus] Hustle and rob We Infamous Mobb nigga That's my word to god We Infamous Mobb nigga IM3's the squad Infamous mobb and we won't stop 'til your head goes pop [Kaos] It's a potent mixture Crime fam over infamous beats Don't get it twisted dunn I spit for the streets All the baseheads and dope fiends Little one's that was sold dreams Gungs with no cribs, dunns with long bids I spit facts of life, and clap at mics Turn boosts to crime scenes, who's tougher than my team Noone and Kaos ain't scared of no gun I look it eye to eye the dot is ready to die If you ain't back up, cause the mobb will have you wrapped up Moms crib clapped up dare a nigga to act up I done hit the streets with bricks, and get back chips Now I breathe hits on tracks to shut down cliques It's deeper than sipping on liqs, and puffing on splifs You might end up sipping on this chrome four-fifth Niggas sleep in the hood, get clipped in the hood And Papi come spitting it good Don't end up rest in wood [Gambino] We got four pound chest naked running through the block When it's on who really gives a fuck about the cops When a nigga owe you knots he bound to get drop Moms crying cause her little son got shot How come?...He owe me a little cake And the next nigga that pump for me won't do the same thing We think long range to get those big ass chains Big ass cars, gripping those movie stars Who we are...IM3 reppin' to the death And you'll never catch a nigga like me wearing a vest Only toting a tech ready to wet the whole set Ready to wet the whole set Cutting your neck, beating you in your head 'til your dead [Chorus 2X] Hustle and rob We Infamous Mobb nigga That's my word to god We Infamous Mobb nigga IM3's the squad Infamous mobb and we won't stop 'til your head goes pop |
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