[Lil Ceno]
MOB!
No squad shit
It's mob shit and gang shit, period
1-5 Anna Boys, Sicko,(or) No mobb. Period
MOB
BANG
[Lil Ceno]
Whoever said we only made bopping music
We some savages and I'll put you through it
Got a nean dean that'll split your wig
Have your body leaking all types of fluids
On my Anna shit, Me and Suwoo
Straight gang bang, color suwoo
From a holy city we don't fuck around
Drop a opp nigga, shooting cars too
We S-M, we D-G
That's Sicko Mobb and that's Dale Gang
You fuck with us, straight terrorizing shit
Hold your head homie find your brain
Got big guns just like the navy
Knock your limbs off just for looking crazy
Old lady tricking, fuck Ms. Daisy
Walking up looking like Slim Shady
Don't serve him, bro is you crazy?
Niggas over there straight sneak dissing
AK shells leave his body missing
Play laser tag leaving not a witness
Shoulda thought first
Ho, mind your business
Now it's too late bullets hitting the gate
Now your family crying, wishing for some fate
Call the ambulance or it's too late
Getting OTS with uncle savage
Roll the windows down now its blamming time
Stunting on the opps, fucking opp thots
Cause its blowing them ho I love to shine
357 nigga fuck a nine, No evidence leave his moma crying
Snitching on the bros, whole family dying
Foreign whips what a young nigga riding
Now that I made it I'm flying on jets
Flirtin' with thotties and keeping them wet
Chiraq my city we popping them flats
I can't take it off not remy
We posted with macs
HAHAHA!
Ahh that's just a lil bit for yall goof ass niggas who said we couldn't do this shit, man
Keep up, Sicko Mobb or no mobb, Bitch!
Gang! Mob! No squad shit, 15th and Christiana bitch, Posted with macs
That's it
Mob Shit, No squad shit. Gang shit, no opp shit
[Lil Trav]
Let me at'em big bro
Let me go one time
Sicko Shit, you know?
No squad shit, only Mob shit
And if these niggas start shit and we ain't gon' squash it
Skee!! Skeeee. Let me at his ass
Go!
[Lil Trav]
Chiraq plot
Now its hammer time
I'm nailing hoes yea I like to shine
I pray to God for a bad bitch
That bad bitch straight suck dick
Got a white bitch called Red Neck
Paid ho, Love the sex
Money green like the Ogre Shrek
She a big dog with a pussy cat
I'm cooking shit, Playing daddy I'ma whoop his shit
Like a cigarette I'll smoke a bitch
Like Mario I'll poke a bitch
Don't play. Watch
Stay coach on me, Man down Man down!
In the robber fit
Aw Okay. you caked up
This settlement better last luck
In a black truck or black Mass (Maserati)
With a mac gun that'll cut up
Yall talking shit, in the grass row
Got a army tank, full of sicko
Smoke go-low, skee-eet ho
Race reckless, eat cereal
Pistol play, murderers
In the hood, my team carnivores
In Hollywood, we at Hollywars
I'm super hot, fuck cold water
I ain't calming down
That's broke shit, I'll change a nigga
With a whole kit, get choke quick
With a oochie ho, got a sniper rifle, with a stupid scope
On Rasta shit, these niggas ?, ? shit
Snakes in the grass stay plotting and shit
If a fee fee up they starving and shit
I'm a shorty in the field on some Da-Da-Da shit
Reload the clip, make it skip
Big guns, knock off your hip
Too much blood, take a sip
Curve the bullet, shoot off your hip
Do this first, aim the tec
Big dawg niggas it's time to flex
(?) aim low like super jets
Three hoes called triple threat
357 plus 380's
Blow bodies up like M-80's
I hate to lose, It's Trav Baby
Marine gun, deep like the navy
Can't miss shit, I hit shit
Go down her throat like fish sticks
Fuck up your lungs like cigarettes
Go dummy, illiterate
Hollow tips, spread through your body
It's turbo time, lets do Karate
Got a deuce deuce (22) flow through your body
Fuck enemies, shoot everybody
Get good head, like snap back
This Nina gon' clap back
I ribbit niggas, Honey Smacks
Got big niggas doing jumping jacks
Stay on dummy, aim for your tummy
Stop goof capping ain't nothing funny
Laugh now then cry later
Drive by fast, speed racer
Laugh now then cry later
Drive by fast, speed racer
[Young Heavy]
L-E-X-I-N-G-T-O-N
Them my niggas they BMC
If you said it once you gotta say it again
On the dale in them white flags
We post up and we tec in bags
See people we never lack
Still finish a nigga like a checker flag
Christiana
That's the 1-5
Where they Mob shit, Tote shit
Thirty shots, long clip
Double breasts, clone shit
Where you get hit they put it on with
I'm riding around in a foreign
So I'm riding around and I'm smoking
I ride around like a champion cause I ride around with that trophy
That trophy be that steel nigga
That thirty out that forty that's that kill nigga, get killed nigga
Sit still nigga, better chill nigga
I'm rolling off that pill nigga
If he don't get that picture
Pull a Tommy out, Hilfiger
[J Cash]
I know a bunch of niggas from the city Chi
That's down to ride from either side
That north, west, south, east side
Want to stay alive, know your street side
Them hitters rushing like a D-line
Nigga stay posted like a re-vine
Nigga stay strapped in Chiraq, don't never lack I keep mine
West side niggas don't dry
They jack ball from side-to-side
They up a oochie, stunt for the coochie
You broke nigga
You stay dry
Thot bitches be thirsty at the fee fee, cause a nigga flee
If you got wings on your jeans, (I) bet them thot hoes one fuck for free
A.M. better set your clocks, when I pop a block, watch out for cops
They selling, rocks they selling blow
Shorty in the cut, they keep a pole
Because who knows when a opp (will) arrive
'Till them niggas die, hitters occupied
And if I should die, right before your eye
Don't drop a tear. Let bullets fly
Smoking on a straight cemetery
Niggas drilling shit like a military
Got big guns like the military
Make a military nigga very scary
Fuck the neighborhood, it's a opp in every
Nina finger fuck, watch me pop her cherry
I got thirty off in every clip
I'm letting thirty off, nigga every rip
Slide up on a nigga in a Cara Van
Strapped up, Wrapped up like a Taliban
Wild west shoot out, bet i make'em dance
9-1-1 here come the ambulance
1-5, Anna Mob.That's bro nem
Savages'll rock a bitch, ain't no ho in nem
Thawed out twenty bricks that's mo and nem
West side summertime here we go again
Like freaky tails up on the Dale
Them thots they den topped everybody
Leave the crime scene with a hundred shells
Police say "They shot everybody"
We love guns and roses like Ed Hardy
We dreaded up like Bob Marley
(You) better use your head before you lose your head
We from Chiraq, we the land of bodies
[ Lil Ceno]
Gang shit, Mob shit, man
Up top, It's a movement, man
You know how we rocking, man
Outwest shit, man. Chiraq
Gang, Gang!
Mob
Catch me up top, man
Cool with me some time man
That's where all this money at
All these foreigns be
All these Robin's
All these- All this DOPE!!!
Fuck is you talm 'bout?
SKEE-EEEEEETTTT!!!
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