Mob Shit

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Bukshot - Rap, Underground Rap

Mob Shit

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[Verse 1: Bukshot] Here we go, mob-style kingpin Come swim with the sharks in the deep end Talk shit, like a mood-swing Let's bang, fucking up the food chain Eat your face off, I'm the Lion King Trap-rappers done flipped now they trying to sing While I grind, shine like a diamond ring Wack rappers bow down, watch the heat I bring (I bring) Don't act like you know me, I'm a cutthroat, call me Flowkey Pull the sword out the cut like M.N.E Stab rivals in the back, they're my enemy (enemy) I got snipers on the rooftop, watching every move and thе loose talk We can head-but and not do shit And I'm coming rеal soon with that new shit [Chorus: Bukshot] Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mosh) Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit (mob) Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mob) Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit [Bridge: Bukshot] M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see Haters jealous M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see Haters jealous (jealous) [Verse 2: Bukshot] On the block, who's riding? Go to war, Bin Laden Who's real, who's plotting? Drop bombs (bombs), I got 'em (got 'em) Never came back, never been gone Yeah they hate that I'm still on And the fact I won't fall off Still hard, most of 'em gone soft (gone soft) Still mob to the death Down to draw blood till I take my last breath (breath) Over bodies I step, repping mob-style till there's no one left (one left) Yeah, read the negative comments, shake 'em off, that shit's nonsense The mob's got my back like a convict Peep the content, jump in the moshpit [Chorus: Bukshot] Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mosh) Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit (mob) Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mob) Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit [Bridge: Bukshot] M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see Haters jealous M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see Haters jealous (jealous) [Verse 3: Bukshot] Back in the day we used to hang (hang) On the block chilling with the gang (the gang) When the rivals showed up we'd bang (bang) Made the plug, got work we'd slang (sling) Went from grams, then to O-Zs, pushing keys out of state with the OGs In the streets, running from the police Packing heat, stabbing backs like don't cheat So dope every day of the week (of the week) Roll with killers, drop bodies in the creek (bodies in the creek) When the narcs came hit the back door (back door) I could still move quick for a fatso (fatso) Stay breaded up, call me Panko (panko) Hit 'em hard, fast like a Mako (Mako) Murder, money, everything goes (thing goes) Got the game in my grip getting strangled (strangled) [Chorus: Bukshot] Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mosh) Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit (mob) Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mob) Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit [Bridge: Bukshot] M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see Haters jealous M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see Haters jealous (jealous)

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  • Bukshot