Featuring richie rich
*(ager man and bart)*
Mobb life mutha fucka!
(itand's mobbin life)
Eh man is this that blunt funk?
(that one step beyond bombation shit)
Yeah.
(you know what iand'm sayinand'? 3 times mutha fuckinand' krazy nigga!
Where the fuckinand' money?!
Where the fuckinand' money nigga?!
(blunt funk entertainment. you know what iand'm sayinand' bitch?)
Verse 1 *(bart of 3x krazy)*
I hits the block walk wit a tech
A zip in my pocket
350 rocket to get up out of the cases
Move, get away cleanest if the po-poand's try to beat us
For the funk wonand't leave you breathinand'
Iand've been married since a fetus
3 tia fo lia! (3 times for life)
The 100 blocks got it sewed
Put your lips in my business and get them mutha fuckas mowed
My game is to be sold
No suckas when i roll
You cominand' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum
Givinand' up lumps and bumps so iand'm non-stop
When i dumpinand' hot ones out the drop
Pull around and get you mopped
Put the mobb against a series of haters
Tied up in a knot wit instigators
Start speakinand' fo playas
I got my front porch sewed up
The feds chasinand'
Through the back roots, cuts an stretch
I got no time for no patience
Keek hittinand' fences
A-g bailinand' through the trees
I was keyed
So itand's basic that you make it on your teeand's nigga!
Uh.
Chorus *(3x krazy)* 4x
The thug money
The drug money
The mud money, bet yo blood, and itand's stuff under the rug money.
Verse 2 *(ager man of 3x krazy)*
Smokinand' some of that green dope smashinand' through the east
5-0 couldnand't even catch where i was in the chevy wit hella speed
Hopped up out my vehic
Seen cops hidinand' in the trees
Slapped my mutha fuckinand' mac-10 cuz them p.d.and's they will bleed
In my back pocket is a radio shack c.b.
Watchinand' my back be lil steve, signal me when they leave
Cuz niggas ainand't goinand' down no moand'
For the 9-6 fuck the 4
Fuck off fully both of they doe
Wit nitro gas for the murda show
Get to they shop, and hit the back door
Some of you niggas donand't really know
Real killas donand't need a, 4-4 to make that niggas, head blow
Put bombs in his pick up
I bet yaand'll niggas wonand't see him no moand'
Cuz when that mutha fucka blow
No come back, everybody gonna go.
Verse 3 *(keek tha sneek of 3x krazy)*
For the thug money
They jack a nigga for nothinand'
I be leavinand' you dead in the alley
This kill a 5-0 cali
For the 9-6
These woody-wood all in my mix
Bust a nigga upside his head for arguinand' wit a bitch
I think iand'm tired of these woodies
So i gathered up a million niggas
And burned them big willies
Straps! i need to find some fullys
And a gang that is sure to clean your crowd
Pistol let off repeated
Immediatey
Black and white drop ridinand' through the spot
And tryinand' to stop my flow, cash
So i gotta get that ass
They radioed a rigg up
So iand'm on feet like ???
Plus iand'm a getaway
Tell the crew, put my shit away
Change my description
And fired up a c.f.a.
Crooked cop came
I-ll-a
Everythang went on thugs in the o-a fuckinand' k
They, know the a
They ended d
The enemy
And these house niggas, and peckerwoods harrassinand' me
So iand'm harrassinand' back
Hot on the roof top wit my gat
Fuckinand' blast it!
Splat!
Suspect he dressed in black
I
Left and'em layinand' flat
Ghetto bird donand't know where iand'm at
Tucked under
And sneakinand' on another fuckinand' task money.
*(chorus)* 4x
Verse 4 *(richie rich)*
andgt;from the cradle to the gravinand'
Misbehavinand'
Like a fuckinand' stowaway
Trunk full of throw-aways
Glocks
Techand's
Apand's
Macand's
Fuck wit and'ol skool richie rich you get you ass taxed
Nigga hitler was a killer
Frank war was a mack
For all my years in the game i got so many gats
Nigga
Itand's for the race war
Donand't wanna face more
Niggas than i can handle
Blowinand' and'em out like candles
Have you ever seen a nigga work a thirty-eight
For the, drug money
To stuff under the rug money
Rich and 3 times
Niggas thought it wrong
Itand's blunt funk for the scratch
Once again itand's on
I hate to kill, but i will for the skrill
Into my section, for the leathal injection
Ak-47, hundred round gas-aholic
Smokinand' these clips and canand't call it
Nigga!
*(chorus)* 4x
Nigga!
