the glock I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b I like
her sign is a Leo Bugzy fucked her in a Regal And then she took me to my P.O. Fuck rollin' ceelo I'm down to a c-note Lost a g' rollin' dice at that
Yo I see ya (I see ya) I see ya (I see ya) I see ya (I see ya) I see ya (I see ya) Yeah It's B-O-B-Oh No I don't need no lingo Cause I'm on this mic
I'm screamin' death row, throw my Westside, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M O B if you be specific We
hug the glock I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop 'Cause I show 'em what Waco see Then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b I like
jars in microwaves Got to have it, backwoods and purple haze Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down John, Jane Doe, lost and found Everybody
ultra) Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you heard of me) Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill) Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large) GZA, Ras Kass, yeah
plus family, shit wasn't that bad all you little shorties runnin' 'round like shits sweet just remember these words from the M-O-double-B. Chorus -
the hip hop game but the rap got cancer Tumors poppin? from the middle of rumors Generation X be the end of baby boomers Is the next generation headed
Egypt and Greece But had the threat of the Black Phoenicians in Sicily The Punic Wars began 264 B.C. The Black general Hannibal and Carthaginian Peace In 146 B
in microwaves Got to have it, backwoods and purple hayes Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down John, Jane Doe, lost and found Everybody know
is a Leo Bugzy fucked her in a Regal And then she took me to my P.O. Fuck rollin' ceelo I'm down to a c-note Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass
that seen a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac-o-b I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered
in this motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what? Bring yellow niggas back in style B
Uh, Yea It's a love song, for everybody Everybody man, everybody Me, Sabzi, your mom, your mom's mom Everybody Nobody in particular, everybody in general
throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic