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Pistols Blazin
作詞：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
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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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