Verse one

I'm livin' in hell where all these niggaz

got stories to tell I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz

servin' well and the company I keep be the scum of the earth

body tated hair matted sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these

law breakin' niggaz scream fuck the police

we gonna ball fo the lil nigga shit

what the fuck you figure?

Timbaland boots forty fives wit nicket plates

findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait

if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em

all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'em

Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say

How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye

now let's get busy nigga



Chorus

Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?

how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?

we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die

live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)



Verse two [Fatal]

Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in

on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga

puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man

like he blast it off, beyond that, ?

criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap

endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit

so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit

yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly

slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'

up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop



Chorus (2x)



Verse three

Some niggaz, kinda of coke

scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you

Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch

swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she

blastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,

but it don't mean shit, til you witness to yourself

how live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch

share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility

you get the fuckin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes

it's only hollow points I spit out my nine

drillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm passin' through

I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you

and if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen

I'd be the last nigga rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin'



Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know

smellin' they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow

the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' silly

blowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'em

I don't give a fuck, how small big and tall

come get me, and I talk on how square yall are

attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid

and the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit bizniss

I don't know what these niggaz, be thinkin' when they see me

niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie

I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks

yall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax

thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town we

we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can't drown me

I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up

to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck



Chorus (2x)



Muthafuckin' M.O.B you ain't seen shit yet, what