Fatal - M. O. B. Lyrics
Verse oneIm livin in hell, where all these niggazGot stories to tell, I be blasint on these ***** niggazServin well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earthBody tated, hair matted, sellin keys if you ***** wit theseLaw breakin niggaz scream, ***** the policeWe gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shitWhat the ***** you figure?Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket platesFindin niggaz dead, bringem home and I cant waitIf niggaz is real, then they aint scared to split emAll that job-ownin shit, ***** you,i aint witemCuz, when I say jump, niggaz sayHow high? or I stabb you in ya *****in eyeNow lets get busy niggaChorusYall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?How many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?We get money over *****es, cuz we aint scared to dieLive and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)Verse two [fatal]Keep it comin, these niggaz get done inOn any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any triggaPuttin in work, then past it off, to my little manLike he blast it off, beyond that, ?Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five capEndin ya whole stat, Im the master of this *****in(***** yall)shitSo Im a be buckin shit, ya dont know who you *****in witYall spaced out duckin quick, the number one parollySlap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totinUp shorty rocks, gettin money wit the forty copChorus (2x)Verse threeSome niggaz, kinda of cokeScared to bust, and I be lookin through ya ass like youPlexey glass, so I send my pretty *****Swingin tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so sheBlastin fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,But it dont mean shit, til you witness to yourselfHow live it get, and I never let no rhymin ass *****Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatilityYou get the *****in picture, I swear by everythin spit in my rhymesIts only hollow points I spit out my nineDrillin niggaz on the block, when Im passin throughI bust six, in the air nigga, just for youAnd if I ever get caught sleepin, which I ever doubt would happenId be the last nigga rappin, Ill keep my *****in guns clappinWhatever though, fake ass niggas will never knowSmellin they own shit, when I rip the berrta slowThe nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin sillyBlowinem and showinem, cuz my dogs dont knowemI dont give a *****, how small big and tallCome get me, and I talk on how square yall areAttack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquidAnd the toughest on ya squad, cant ride wit biznissI dont know what these niggaz, be thinkin when they see meNiggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genieI stack whack rappers, and stickem like cornerbacksYall niggaz is jumpin jackz, and bluffin on waxThinkin you can clown me, me and my little town weWe lost niggaz, fo life, out here they cant drown meIll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back upTo tall for lust, I bend these *****es when I *****Chorus (2x)Mutha*****in m.o.b you aint seen shit yet, what
