It go hip-hop on our block
Always lead to some fights and gun shots
Niggas need to stop that bullshit hop
Unless it's really necessary to get hopped
You got asshole pulling out, busting on pounds
Just to hear the sound or to see the crowd bounce
Niggas need to save that shit for outside
Or take all that noise up the block, dunn, aiight, un
Staying at the times you got to drug a man
But goddamn, you fucking up my pussy plan
Fuck it, y'all niggas never learn, so why should I concern?
After the show, I'll grab my click and the tires burn
Off to the next pavilion
The infamous men, women and children
Stick together like dry cement pieces
Our story go too long for rap lines
Too many of my niggas died on the front lines
The Mobb history go too deep for rhyme
Could you feel a pain in the trilogy of my regiment
Please do, we write these for you
With the hope that my words sink through
Like on the page how the ink do
Hey, yo, dunn check it
My every hour that passes is guaranteed packed
'cause the hour that's gone, ain't never coming back
I'm tired of wasted days, my eyes E&J glaze
Romp you tools flooded with smoke fumes
Make faster moves, my raps can't lose
Especially against you
How soon we forget niggas minds be getting absent
Not gone for a minute, y'all niggas trying to shit
It's time for Pee to turn back on the light switch
And pull your faggot ass click out the darkness
Yo, it's QB, queer bastard, we Queen's best
A quiet bullet will do yo ass justice
Why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
I can't believe how these niggas now a days gets down
He just a clown from a foul part of town, who barely blend in
He took my words on some personal shit
He just self-conscience
Trying to flip on some desperate shit
Don't be stupid, the Mobb been through it
Don't be a follower and get yo ass led to the fire
Writer(s): Albert Johnson
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