Fatal M.O.B. lyrics

I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz?
Got stories to tell, I be blasting on these bitch niggaz
Servin' well and the company I keep be the scum of the earth
Body tatted, hair matted, sellin' ki's if you fuck wit these

Law breakin' niggaz scream â€~Fuck the police'
We gonna ball for, the lil' nigga shit, what the fuck you figure?
Timberland boots, forty fives wit nickel 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
'Cause when I say jump, niggaz say how high?
Or I stab you in ya fuckin' eye, now let's get busy, nigga

Y'all niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches 'cause we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, there's on reason why

Y'all niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches 'cause we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, there's on reason why

Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in
On any run in, I smirk and jerk on any trigga
Puttin' in work, then past it off to my little man
Like he blast it off, beyond that [unverified]

Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
Endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'
(Fuck y'all)
Shit

So I'ma be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit
Y'all spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolee
Slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'
Up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop

Y'all niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches 'cause we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, there's on reason why

Y'all niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches 'cause we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, there's on reason why

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, a lot of niggaz know my rep
But it don't mean shit, till 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 Beretta slow
The nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz that's gettin' silly
Blowin' 'em and showin' 'em, 'cause 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 y'all
Are attack addicts, 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 Houdini, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers and stick 'em like corner backs
Y'all niggaz is jumpin' jacks and bluffin' on wax

Thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town
We, we lost niggaz for life, out here they can't drown me
I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
Too tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck

Y'all niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches 'cause we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, there's on reason why

Y'all niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches 'cause we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, there's on reason why

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