We the f#ckin’ M.O.B., n#gg#
These n#gg#s bleed different
We don’t bleed, n#gg#
We make n#gg#s bleed, Blood
TR3YWAY
These n#gg#s say they heard of me, I ain’t heard of you
Get the f#ck up out my f#ckin’ face, ‘fore I murder you
b#tch n#gg#s always jackin’ Blood, but I know they fu
Whole squad full of f#ckin’ killers, I’m a killer too
Sending shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, n#gg#
Everybody gettin’ pop, pop, popped, n#gg#
The thing go “rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah,” n#gg#
We send shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, n#gg#
I don’t flock, yeah, nine to his back like Ibaka
Baka, not nice, with the f#ckin’ choppa
Pop ’em, scope on the n#gg#, who shot ya?
Dropped him, somebody call a f#ckin’ doctor
She a freak ho, f#ck her, she on beast mode
Arch your back, put your hands on your knees, ho
I’m on beast mode, shoot you through your peep-hole
Said he want smoke, I don’t really see it though
These n#gg#s say they heard of me, I ain’t heard of you
Get the f#ck up out my f#ckin’ face, ‘fore I murder you
b#tch n#gg#s always jackin’ Blood, but I know they fu
Whole squad full of f#ckin’ killers, I’m a killer too
Sending shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, n#gg#
Everybody gettin’ pop, pop, popped, n#gg#
The thing go “rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah,” n#gg#
We send shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, n#gg#
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