M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over bitches
Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life la vida loca
homie livin that thug life Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die Boss players
you wonder why I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride .\

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Clinton / Maple ridge / Smoke / Get Crunk

I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see
the bad image of this scrimmage From here to East Greenwich