Fatal Hussein: M.O.B.

Verse one I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth body tated, hair matted, sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these law breakin' niggaz scream, fuck the police we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit what the fuck you figure? Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'em Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye now let's get busy nigga Chorus Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight? how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight? we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x) Verse two [Fatal] Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man like he blast it off, beyond that, ? criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin' up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop Chorus (2x) Verse three Some niggaz, kinda of coke scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she blastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my rep, but it don't mean shit, til you witness to yourself how live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility you get the fuckin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes it's only hollow points I spit out my nine drillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm passin' through I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you and if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen I'd be the last nigga rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin' Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know smellin' they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' silly blowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'em I don't give a fuck, how small big and tall come get me, and I talk on how square yall are attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid and the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit bizniss I don't know what these niggaz, be thinkin' when they see me niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks yall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town we we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can't drown me I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck Chorus (2x) Muthafuckin' M.O.B you ain't seen shit yet, what