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[Intro: Armstrong] Yeah Duct Tape Mob shit, nigga Y'all fuck niggas feel the pressure we applying, nigga Don't get it twisted, nigga Trouble home, nigga 431 days free to be exact, nigga You know what I mean? I picked lil bro up in an armored truck He told me the first day The first [?] nigga holding ahe door [?] he say Big bro, I'm 'bout to go hard on these niggas, man I ain't taking these motherfucking boots off, nigga Til we go get that boat With A.J. name on the side He say he got me, nigga And I feel the motherfucking pain, nigga Y'all fuck niggas see what it is, nigga Y'all see we strong out in these streets A nigga ain't playing, nigga We 187 in [?] shootouts, nigga We'll beat a nigga ass Taking these niggas' hoes Y'all fuck niggas know what it is, nigga Mob shit [Verse 1: Trouble] Uh huh Think it's a game if you want to, recognise Niggas keep guns on they side, but I know that they won't shoot I kept my prison boots on for a reason I'ma stay in combat mode You can call me Rambo, ammo Unlimited [?] And niggas keep turning they backs, and they don't see this shit [?] [?] in the street, but always talking 'bout they thugging [?] I grab the cannon and I really get to busting, bitch [?] how I roll when I [?] shit Who gon' be next? [?] don't wanna make the list I get [?] on you pussys just for overlooking And faking it, when a nigga knowing they [?] shit I'm from the city you ain't seen, y'all know what I mean When niggas shoot your whole face off, face off [?] word, nigga, I'ma take off Me and Dolla on the pill, posted on the hill [?] bet you gon' know what it is When I step up in this game Trouble Trouble, remember the name, pussy [Interlude: Armstrong] Hahahah See what I'm talking 'bout? Young niggas spitting flames, man Ain't no mercy on you niggas, man [?] nigga got that shit cross his neck, 'cause he mean it, man Real mob shit, you know what I mean? We gon' put the house on these niggas, man We applying pressure this year, nigga 2012 beyond, we on this shit Time for y'all fuck niggas to go, nigga Get your passport, nigga Fuck out the country, nigga We run this shit Mob shit F.S.C., nigga [Verse 2: Alley Boy] Did you just think it was a game? Well, Alley told you pussy niggas that we want in I hope not Why not? 'Cause I won't bend But you will get killed, [?] Now that's word to Scoob, smoke [?] like I'm Kobi like you know me [?] my body is taken over by liquor, picture me [?] [?] body drop While I'm plotting on the top With a godfather and mob brothers Fuck Shit Crew is what I represent too And I send a middle finger, pussy, fuck you Bitch play crazy, believe she getting fucked too No mercy, na Pussy, we want it all I am Ken [?], one call It's all it take to get you [Outro: Armstrong] I told y'all niggas You know what I mean? We gon' let the tallent speak for itself, my nigga At the end of the day, it's fuck any nigga that ain't with this shit, nigga We [?] nigga It's us against the world, nigga Fuck everything else, nigga It's Duct Tape or nothing, nigga Fuck Shit Crew, nigga And you see [?] nigga Nigga, we moving our body tempreture, nigga This shit too hot, we getting that [?], nigga Cool you off, nigga Real shit