Niggas want war, I invite all cordialy They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me Oh,
the time This where a nigga fell in love with crime That's place ain't never been easy For me it jus been crazy All I'm doin is getting rich ride thru mob
get the chills on a mid summer night Yeah I can fight, or in the winter I make your ass hot like a light Bub-rub-a-dub, three bodies in a tub OK, go
' moneys, A hillfiguze reppin' in his 20s The black [?] we pull cards on g.p. General purpose, my surface is reality Mob mentality is actualy the war
in his 20s The black [?] we pull cards on g.p. General purpose, my surface is reality Mob mentality is actualy the war pedigree That sits me on the stool
ballad of a dead soldier.. [2Pac] The plan, to take command of the whole family Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road dawgs, official mob
And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talkin big shit about war Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob
re fed To make us like it Is God and country with a band People we know who should know better Howl, "America riles. Let's go to war!" Business scams