M.O.B Memoir

Lyrics

[Intro] Hunnit 'Round Hef, True You niggas know I keep two dike bitches with me With Spiked collars, semi automatic pistols Just for the static ya heard? So don't try me nigga [Verse] Desperado, sipping Actavis out the bottle Living life like there ain't no tomorrow All I know is sorrow, see both my heart and my bullets hollow I give the orders that the killers follow I tell your bitch to swallow my kids and she better not miss a drop Y'all selling bricks, we moving cinder blocks I middle finger cops and judges, no love for authority I break the law and move accordingly And what you motherfuckers claiming ain't no gang, you a sorority Loading my clip while they recording me Your baby mother just a whore to me She boofed a quarter key of raw for me I get her pussy wet just off the thought of me All these lil niggas applauding me, I run the hood Look, your big homies a fraud to me, that's understood They like "Hunnit Round rap, heard he put that Glock away" Bullshit, I still clip you from a block away I eyeball work, you could put your clock away Fuck 'bout what a copper say, get him copped or topped today I point aim and let the chopper spray I think if I ruled the world I prolly body 'bout a cop a day I got a job so I could cop a K and stick that motherfucker up Give no motherfucking fucks Owe me money, still breathing, that's a motherfucking luck O.J. Mayo over yayo, I be shooting for the bucks What what, how you want it, Mr. Never-Get-Confronted Hunnit 'Round Hef, Mr. Pour-A-Four-Up-&-Get-Blunted Coulda fucked your bitch, she was on my dick, but she fronted She pulled out her tits, then I put my kids in her stomach Trust me, I don't give a fuck, I'm off like three-four xans And I don't know what I'm saying, I can't even stand Hot up counting up bands, whipping up grams Yo bitch in a three point stand, dog just hit me from the can If you gotta go, now I got blood on my hands Now I got blood on my pants, even got blood on my face Blue still tucked in my waist, trust I might shoot up the place Then I might go to the safe, yes I might catch me a case Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, yes I might catch me a case Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, might catch me a case Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, whipping and dipping on Jake [Outro: Black Market Bitches]