Ha, ha.    Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it.    Mobb shit bitch.    Lynch Mobb mane.    Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz    3 Times    me Ager Man    Bart    Let me turn up the heat man    Dig it the M.O.B. baby.    I'm so hurt!!    Fa sheezy.   Fa sheez.      Verse 1 *(Bart)*      I fold the cash then I   hit away   juss a thug fo the money, no love   hit 'em up wit the blast   put him in a bag, an wrap him....   up.      Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*      It's all business   so when the picture come bouncin off yo head   don't take it personal    money makin needs no rehearsin    no nigga   will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders.      Verse 3 *(Bart)*      Mobb   killaz connected from block to block   re-caulk the glock   reset the dot   heatas    Beamers    repeat from Turf achievers.      Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*      We take action verses talk is cheap   you gonna believe us   time to floss wit me    cut off the weak   you won't decieve us   let us mechandise an murderise   any an all   many will fall.      Verse 5 *(Bart)*      It's juss an   O.G. call    made from the B   when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep   I gets to blastin ass   dip they bodies in the bag   I hope I    get to lastin in this game of cash.      Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*      It's paraphanalia    not parinoid   you fuckin wit a pair of boys   that'll pump yo body full of lead   an watch it swell up like we got no conscience.      Verse 7 *(Bart)*      Cuz it ain't no spraya like the one I got   claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock   surround yo weave head   fuckin wit the weave head   get left wit p head   I bet ya violent click    talkin all that lip   when you was wit my click an get shit.      Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*      Head split an ass kicked in   chin shattered   an nobody could recognize you when they found ya   an they still don't know who downed ya.      Verse 9 *(Bart)*      This shit is deeper than you think   wit a straight face   lay down an come up off them cavy case   slow down   better pump yo brakes   don't know my click from a can of paint   these niggaz won't last   when I   buck one in that ass    an hit the gate   I seen two more escape.      Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2      It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas   an it's amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas   when pistols blazin.      Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*      Cashin 'em   like fresh over fresh   I'm in the Benz   massagin a bitches my rivalry   rushed out to get some ends   build the twins   nigga I love them bitch half Benz   strugglin off that gin   hoes at the bus stop wanna get in   but they   foot soliders   not swangin like a Nova   plus them niggaz ain't tight    to make a right an pull my 600 over   juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye   that it's them same niggaz that bucked at me   but it wasn't my time to die   ah   pull out my thang   hit 'em in the back   whatever remained   so the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt   an swang   yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age   for the nigga I said   "I didn't love yo punk ass    an plus I'm tired of the pain"   like Cameo this shit is strange   a nigga doin a dude   to get his whole neck an head rearranged   Mobb members, make niggaz think about what they doin   watch what you pursuin   fuck around an get yo whole career ruined.      *(Chorus)* x1      Verse 11 *(Yukmouth)*      Listen    uh   little boys an girls listen to me   it is I that you see   gettin high niggas be   gettin by on these streets   do or die on these streets   hit 'em high meet defeat   wit 'em tied across the feet   niggaz lie beneath the creek   many try but don't eat   much food   unless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a Lex   FUCK SCHOOL    let's jet   live an direct   the Yay Area, they carry a    4-5 an a Tech   when they bury ya they pissin on the side of you grave   no witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage   an niggas be gettin pepper sprayed up   handcuffed an made to lay down   circumstances   to skanless, manless   to slang a gang   strapped down   my shit be fully greased up   hits the mutha fuckin streets up   cuz niggas ain't takin no beat ups   they re-up wit the heatas   leaders of the new school   but we don't bust a rhyme    we bust a nine   mutha fuckas find   nine's under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel   Mobb material   scratch off the serial number   fuckin balistic so   roll to the riches    fuck hoes, bitches, an sluts   bubblicious Yuk   booku bucks   my niggaz will shoot you up.      *(Chorus)* x2      Verse 12 *(Swoop G)*      Now what these niggaz tryin to do?   Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?   If not I sugguest you get the fuck up out the West   when it come to gun play    there's no contest   I leave you wit two holes   one in yo dome    one in yo chest   an Elliot Ness   he wouldn't have made it on the West   and yes    I know you mutha fuckas heard about us   cuz we was all on the news    fo Mobb-Style murders   I crack a fool on top of his head    wit a strap   told his bitch to come over here   she sat on my lap   man this Mobb shit   ain't never been no joke   you headed straight for the pen   or you end up smoked   that's why I keep a heater    on my passengers seat   an I'm Mobb Affiliated   uh, uh   I know you hate it   I rather be caught    with my heater   then wit out my heater   it's juss a misdemenor.      Verse 13 *(Eclipse)*      I'm crackin backs like a chiropractor   come see a Cydal factor   get off yo block when rifles splatter   come across wit a rival chapter   don't be afraid to be blastin   an don't know nothin bout lastin   an if he flashin    we gassin him   an leavin his ass in a wagon   the last dragon   we smashin    imagine missin in action   I hit his ass for his cabbage   an dissapeared like Aladdin   an trappin his ass inside a mutha fuckin cave   niggas that came wit the pistols   I got missles and hand grenades   an some troopers wit bazookaz   ready to shoot you    do you in   crushin boulders wit soldiers    cook it an make it pure again   it's yo friend the Prince Of Darkness   whenever the dark hits   I feel my heart get   to beatin an you bustas be my target   PM it's cold heart.      *(Chorus)* x2      Verse 14 *(Dru Down)*      We use no parinoia   or dedication to our paper it's so deep   the paraphanalia to the Mobb    love to creep   our elevations is racin   up to the top   non-stop   wit a caulked back glock   then hop   into some cut   to then nigga skirt-skirt   you notice I juss do some dirt   I puttin in work   I hit them were it hurt   crack yo spine time   instead of hittin 'em wit my nine   I'm   strictly wit this hit Mobb shit   Bitch!   Recognize   what a mutha fucka do is steal   right between your eyes   the nigga was dead before he died   I slide   to the next scene   to the next route   I'm speakin on what I juss did at the head quarters   an to my Mobb soldiers   no one can fold us   readin the weakness like some Black Jack   if niggas can't handle it    they get stomped from that Mobb attack   an if you come back from that stompin   lay low   got 'em    hard-headed niggas will get they head put on fire.      Verse 15 *(Ager Man)*      It's A-G-E once again   pullin you niggas hoe cards   strapped for them niggas that frontin like bitches   tryin to act hard   it ain't nothin but the mutha fuckin Mobb in me   I went from sellin coke on the block   to doin robberies   to 'luffin yo ass   stuffin yo ass   up in a trunk punk   caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk   too soon for 'em   shoulda had a tomb for 'em   non-ass solider niggas   there'd be no room for 'em   when Pistols Blazin.