Right back at cha! Uh, 3 Times! Let these fools know they fuckin wit... MOBB LIFE! You know, B.A., Mr. Kamakazie Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One Ager Man, my boy 3 Times.
Verse 1 *(Ager Man)*
First off all I got no time for these bitches thats smilin all in my face these niggas like bitches be fake, from head to toe laced up wit hate, nigga I'm a playa! Ridin, cuz fake niggas be scary liers runnin tired got me strapped up in a zone to open fire you got killas, we got killas to play the game of cash too many softies tryin to copy, but now I'm up in they ass see mama raised me to be a leader, so mutha fucka follow me when the funk go down we ridin' deep, wit a, I got you, an a you get me fear no man but God, so if it's on, its on cowards can come an get ya, but I'ma get ya later on I'm all bout me an mine fuck the snitches, fuck the bitches keep an out when we ride cuz we on a mission for riches nigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killas that give a fuck about ya feelin's, cuz nigga its strictly business Nigga what? Back up off me you softie I'm a cold piece of work like a dope fiend when you bitch niggas try to cross me
Chorus 2x *(Keek Da Sneak)*
The Sickness of a million niggas envy the enemy the remedy ??? ??? leave ya mind froze an blind fold, an tied up in a truck that says THREE TIMES! fa ya mind hoe an they find foes in a Cutlass sweet. Destruction of East.
Verse 2 *(Keek Da Sneak)*
K-R-A-Z-Y just fuckin' it up everytime it's trip gold an shine (an I...) keeps my nine you gettin robbed nigga I put that on the Mobb nigga so don't be slippin hatin an seregatin an thought them youngstas wasn't trippin Do G's get to go? When the weapons hit the spot an all you damn impersonators gotta pay get fucked wit an A-K bitch you bit it on the verge ??? no longer ready see yous a poodle an when you see them niggas betta up ya shit an yous a ??? jew-els an ??? Burbons an Harleys reported stolen, you bitches so niggas is ridin' Charlie lavishly coordinated, this family tree Paraphanalia 2 Tha M.O.B. got it tatted on my stomach Three Times! When I run it An that's what I'm sizzilin gettin them bucks an aint no bitch gettin free fuck it's A.O.B. for the Nine-say whaaa??!! In the cut throw out my dezzle tryin' to get off the hizzle til the next nigga rizzle what the fuck he talkin' bout "pull pistols"? What fizzle? You gotta minute pulled him over, I shot his ass two left, so I bounced in wanna hit the bomb? Bitch hold ya breath.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3 *(Bart)*
Nigga what? We come out the cuts an fuck shit up like straight mobbstas niggas is dyin to die but ready to ride like Face Mobbstas boy, ya feelin this gangsta paradise? Dealin we shakin the dice an watch you end it wit yo life we sold a gang a buddah like ??? you juss a cutie, you actin like them groupies so you dyin to tell a hoochie juss a bootsie nigga I hate niggas thats down to rape niggas wit bitches you steadily stackin ya chips but bumpin ya gums to all them bitches nigga I know you love to hate us boy ya should wake up before we touch ya fuckin face up like mascara make-up we stackin more chips than in casinos dippin' in Reno mad cuz we pocketed all them C-Notes nigga crack some cee-low shoot ya shottie an get forgotten cuz me an my peoples gon get ya peoples an gets to mobbin.
Chorus 2x
*(Swoop G)*
Mobb juss like a muta fuckin body blow or sumpthin no hittin nigga wit this, 3 Times shit! You know, can you handle it? Cuz a mutha fucka might fold up an fumble Ooops! Steppin on niggas, you know crawlin on niggas, but then we steppin now Sucka ass!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
