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3X Krazy
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Pistols Blazin
Lyricist:Lev Burlack, Ramone Curtis, Jerold Ellis, Lamore Jacks, Charles Williams
Ha, ha, eh, eh, eh, eh, get out my face Check it, Mobb shit, bitch, Lynch Mobb mane Eh, eh, the Lu-Luniz, 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
I fold the cash then I hit away Just a thug for the money, no love Hit 'em up wit the blast Put him in a bag and wrap him up
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 And leave wit they head on they shoulders
Mobb, killaz connected from block to block Re-caulk the glock, reset the dot Heatas Beamers repeat from Turf achievers
We take action verses talk is cheap You gonna believe us time to floss wit me Cut off the weak, you won't deceive us Let us merchandise an murderise Any and all many will fall
It's just an O.G. call, made from the B When I step up, I bet you, 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
It's paraphernalia, not paranoid You fuckin' wit a pair of boys That'll pump yo' body full of lead And watch it swell up like we got no conscience
'Cause it ain't no spraya like the one I got Claimin' you just a playa but the fakas I sock Surround yo' weave head fuckin' wit the weave head Get left wit P head, I bet you violent click Talkin' all that lip when you was wit my click an get shit
Head split an ass kicked in, chin shattered And nobody could recognize you when they found you And they still don't know who downed you
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 And hit the gate, I seen two more escape
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas And it's amazin' how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas When pistols blazin It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas And it's amazin' how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas When pistols blazin
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 Just 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 And swang yellin' Mobb, clouded wit Age for the nigga I said 'I didn't love yo punk ass and 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 and get yo' whole career ruined
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas And it's amazin' how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas When pistols blazin
Listen, uh, little boys and 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 you they pissin' on the side of you grave No witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage And niggas be gettin' pepper sprayed up Handcuffed and made to lay down circumstances
To skanless, manless to slang a gang Strapped down my shit be fully greased up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hits the mother fuckin' streets up 'Cause 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 motherfuckers find Nine's under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel Mobb material
Scratch off the serial number fuckin' ballistic So roll to the riches fuck hoes, bitches, an sluts Bubblicious Yuk, booku bucks, my niggaz will shoot you up.
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas And it's amazin' how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas When pistols blazin It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas And it's amazin' how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas When pistols blazin
Now what these niggaz tryin' to do? Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool If not I suggest 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 and Elliot Ness He wouldn't have made it on the West And yes, I know you motherfuckers heard about us 'Cause we was all on the news for 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 And 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 just a misdemeanor
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' And don't know nothin' 'bout lastin' And if he flashin' we gassin' him And leavin' his ass in a wagon the last dragon
We smashin', imagine missin' in action I hit his ass for his cabbage and disappeared like Aladdin And trappin' his ass inside a motherfuckin' cave Biggas that came wit the pistols
I got missiles and hand grenades And some troopers wit bazookas Ready to shoot you do you in Crushin' boulders wit soldiers Cook it an make it pure again
It's your friend the Prince Of Darkness Whenever the dark hits I feel my heart get To beatin' and you bustas be my target PM it's cold heart
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas And it's amazin' how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas When pistols blazin It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas And it's amazin' how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas When pistols blazin
We use no paranoia or dedication to our paper it's so deep The paraphernalia 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 just 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 motherfucker 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 just did at the head quarters
And 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 And if you come back from that stompin', lay low Got 'em, hard headed niggas will get they head put on fire
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 motherfuckin' Mobb in me I went from sellin' coke on the block to doin' robberies To 'luffin' your ass, stuffin' your 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
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