Bitch, I got beam like Scotty, leave you spotty   When I point this aim at your brain   And leave them hollow thangs in your body   Lodi-dodi, I drinks Bacardi, gets dick hard drunk   When I'm off that skunk punk      And you don't wanna dance tingo tango   I let my left right mingle mangle to your jaw southpaw   It oughta be a law against these thangs, I throw   About to lay some shit down with Celly Cell and Bo      From the Garden Bloc, Hillside got they Glock   Mack 10's, Mobb shit'll never end   I'm tryin' to have it all, so I ball 'till I'm gold   Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control      I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga, that big nigga on the block   With Glocks, Rag Tops, cut thangs on them gold knocks   Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped with teks   Push up in a blue Lex' and dump caps to your neck      Mobb shit, bustaz, all die   Leather trench, Brim and two nines   Costume of a killa at your bed side holdin' on two millas   We bust them teks close range, livin' estranged called insane   'Cuz when it's on, it's on, site no matter night or day   And you can't fuck wit these   Get smothered with a half a key, bitch      Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like Fenney   Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every penny   Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla   I know I'm stilla wig splittin' killa, ain't no realla      Nigga, than me, mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads   Slumpin' hangin' out the windows dumpin'   And shakin' feds, so mind your own   Cross the line and see how quick they gone   Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone      Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split   Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split      Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split   Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split      It's murder, man, posted at the front door   And when they comes I dumps with both four four's   Lettin' 'em have it 'cuz I'm static dumpin' the grass   Killed his ass and then kneel down and get my last laugh      Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped, now he lay dead in the ditch   Ass ripped, suckin' on his own dick   Money talk, bullshit walk, fool, this ain't no sunshine   Three killas, one garden bloc, two hillside      This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder, man   And that'll hurt a man, niggaz doin' dirt   And all you got to do is hop your ass in my cut   We'll be back tomorrow mornin', Cell, you comin' or what?      I got this gut feelin' about to make the killin' for a livin'   The contract said that nigga wore a wire tap   And they want him dead, a hundred G's for his head   And leave a bloody glove down where that body bleed      Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the fence   Homicide just looked for prints but found no evidence   Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up   Them ballas want to see his face but they break us off a cut      There it is, cashed him like some chips at Reno   Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes   Made the hit, got the scrilla, gone without a trace   B behind the wheel and Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase      Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail   If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells   Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we ain't no jokin'   Split up the tokens and I'm back in the hood loccin'      Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split   Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split      Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split   Fuckin' with this Mobb shit   Niggaz get they wig split      Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger   Tryin' to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber   The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass   And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask   Haters hatin' but it's all game related and that's what we do, bitch