to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure
? Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my daddy? I chip in cause I'm chillin' enough Makin' millions, she wants some do, bitch no! Go get a J O B
m lyin then poof May the Lord strike me dead in this motherfuckin booth I'm the truth, emeritus, the F-A-C The M to the O to the motherfuckin B OG, to
get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh Chorus [Havoc] Yo, we the men for the operation You know the M-O, B-B
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin' for that ho So at that I tell you mind your biz Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids Before ya kids
the time Now kids press rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, the answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like
real to the blind industry minds Who never had the time Now kids press rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, answers D All
left, boom bap In the back, Blazay Blah, so get the fuck out my face Oh what a disgrace, you can't disgrace Boys I'll erase you boys to mincemeat Human means T, O
elaborate but it's too much to describe Whoever said money don't grow on trees Lies my money tree full of dough BC money man My ancestors had roofie o
your cowboys know that Lil Twist Been a pro way before Romo, no T.O. No Wittin, Cowboys to a Piston A.I. no Wallace, ya kids getting demolished I'm booking
Yo Dunn we nice wit rhymes, on the L niggas feel this Something for the people, I know what they want to hear is P E double wit the realness M O B B
and my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga We the Mobb
off da chain mayne! trell came home i was on..everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone..lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch(m.o.b) i got dis caine
when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars Kids wild wave
give me brain when I'm thinkin' Dat bitch, that's makin' me more insane than a ink pen Dat bitch, that ain't scared to whoop her kids Know to bail Doc
, me and my crew had to be in by ten) Right before the fun was about to begin Yo yo, one bitten jabberjaws tryin' to taste the Paper written kids be bullshittin