path I don't complain about it - there ain't no way aside Just count the days, ignore all when they call: "Give for paradise!" It ain't so easy since
that (Hey you) Don't want no problem, nigga (Hey you) Don't want no problem, nigga (Hey you) Don't want no problem, nigga (Hey you) Don't want no problem
world of my own My own world too White thangs can't complain Bubba on them white guts Custom made ain't a stain 0-2 Z-7-1 on them Mickey T's Standing
Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) Though we all wanna live it up 'fo the lights go out in your house No one is gon' get there Fillin all doubts
like he feel you Steady plottin', ready or not; Outlawz lost But not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six I ain't
hoes on they period This sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious" But nah I ain't Ludacris I'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this Gun butt
get shot You don't never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not Rule number one, pay attention to this shit Don't be fuckin' wit' my niggaz on the midnight
And it ain't because I'm a bitch, it's because I ain't a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush I don't send my soldiers
mob is on it's way No one dared to stand in their way Or else they had to pay They don't know They don't know They're the legions of hell They don'
Bridge joint When things got wild an' willy? Yeah, that day the Feds played the role of the bully {Up against the car Yo, I ain't even do nuttin', man
the loot? Jahweil - are you ready to take the loot? Now rule mob - are you ready to take the loot? Everybody - are you ready to take the loot? Man if we don't
I say, "Yes Ma'am!" Sniffin' a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak Not down with a frat, no I ain't no
interstate Wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate And by fakin' I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid If the money ain't
You face this? Wrong move Use your head, come on fool Truck Turner, with mob rule Wanna feel it? It's on Dukes Think it can't happen? Ha-hah, you can
in the ground hopin dead they live You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat But it ain't where you
doing You need to start snatching, kick out the mob Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back Anyway homie wasn't all that If he was real he wouldn't
ll get bodied and buried By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't
out Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted Don't try to test, abide your chest,