Clint "Payback" Sands - The Boss Mobster lyrics

Blaaw! Verse 1: n***a who you think you f**in' with? You ain't no k**er I put slugs in n***as opposite leg to get my skrilla Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your a** Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces Ain't no n***a living alive that could vibe And have me caught up in some bullsh** I eat your a** up with the full clip The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the Bay Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip A.K. Blaaw! n***as don't wanna f** with me Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your a** to rest You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest You fail to realize the size you f**in' with a k**er Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5) Hook: Don't cry when me bleed ya, LR n***a don't let me break you down (x3) Verse 2: Don't be f**in' with my emotions playa Cause a n***a will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you I'd love to do you with this big a** tech to get motherf**in' respect Woo-ha put your a** in check Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your a** hangin' up off your Back So hold your motherf**in' nutsack I'm off the yack n***a Put your dead homey up in my seat Open up the door and throw his a** out on the concrete See you can't f** with a k**er though YOu catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you n***a though Keep it on your a** on the slundin' with the beenie Keepin' you motherf**ers two dollars short of a martinee I'm a straight soldier motherf**in' player shotcaller boss baller Poppin' muy f**in' collar hopin' you n***as is feelin' me cause I'm born To die Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why Hook: Verse 3: Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez Gotta get my uzi for n***as that got that love for me Gotta pay my dues in this sh** can't get the game for free So at the age of 14 a motherf**er was slangin' D And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama Readly for the motherf**in' drama Seen this Cherokee they start shootin' this bike Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherf**in' life Got to bustin' apon they a** with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee Harder to k** than your average motherf**in' G Suprise n***as I got you co*ked up in sight And Im hopin' I got your punk a** won't be makin' home tonight You cryin' homie that on the reala n***a you fail to realize the size You f**in' with a k**er Hook