(*talking*)

Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha

2000 and 2 ha, ha

It go down, S.U.C. for real

Mobstyle for life, uh nigga



[Chorus - 2x]

And it's M.O.B., money

Over bullshit, you know me

Keep it low key, what a nigga told me

A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see



[Big Pokey]

In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack

Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack

Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck

On track split wigs, like a x in the hat

You know how I act in the Lac, I'm a hog

T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall

Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut

K bullets hit niggas, and they edge up

Pay attention, focus nigga

Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga

4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga

Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga

A bitch'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter

You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her

I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame

They think it's hard, but it's simple man



[Chorus - 2x]



[Big Pokey]

I'm a gangsta, and I'm out of control

Drink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swoll

Pay the toll when you pass, it's the bill collector

Cocaine disector, come with Hannibal Lector

Tell the visual projector, when I'm watching a flick

I reckon need to had your chick, cause I got paper to get

Hundred miles per hour, slowing down my viders

Stampede the stateline, flood the booth with powder

I'm balling nigga, three hundred-sixty degrees

In the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g's

Hollow T-I-P's, choppers and barettas

Fucking with my cheddar, I wet up niggas sweaters

Young in the game, crunching