E Mozzy - Rat Faxx lyrics

You know I'm bickin' back boolin' Me and my posse Don't let us wiggle through that motherf**er Hell gang raised hell homie Tear this motherf**er up Them n***as know You know you know [Hook: Mozzy (x2)] I'll tear this motherf**er up, ask blood Last time we slid through, we taxed blood Yous a motherf**in' rat blood I just seen your a** on the rat faxx blood [Verse 1: Mozzy] Gotta keep a yicki on you when you selling crack n***as still gone fell off, I just fell back Dropped out of school, I was held back Then I started turkey wrapping l packs Wouldn't believe what they got my n***a bail at I'm online finna send a side care pack It's a lack of real n***as since they k**ed Jack If n***as sign me right now I'ma still trap They can sign me right now and I'ma still funk Hate to put it all on the line but it's real though If you ain't slidin' for your side yous a weirdo It's real n***a rhymes oozing out the stereo Comes with extra charges when you scratching off the serial Me and dudes counting dirty money eating cereal Head shots n***a f**ing up your physical Might as well pull the plug when it's critical [Hook: Mozzy (x2)] I'll tear this motherf**er up, ask blood Last time we slid through, we taxed blood Yous a motherf**in' rat blood I just seen your a** on the rat faxx blood [Verse 2: E Mozzy] Money on the Western Union for the homie Ru That's a round of applause when the homie shoot Definitely know that I'ma do it when the homies do A couple n***as that'll slide, I only know a few My lil gunner he a shooter and he told it too He goon bodies, just slipped like he supposed to do Been on the hill, we in the field and you ain't never there And n***as running when the see us, n***as hella scared You f** with n***as who tellin', that's second hand snitchin' Ain't got a hoe his homie do he's second hand slippin' You don't live what you rap, I don't hear you n***as Get taken nervous every time a n***a near you n***as It's shooters in the car every time we move Real recognize n***a who is you We aren't familiar with them n***as who don't bust a tool We play chess and play it cool but I don't f** with you [Hook: Mozzy (x2)] I'll tear this motherf**er up, ask blood Last time we slid through, we taxed blood Yous a motherf**in' rat blood I just seen your a** on the rat faxx blood [Verse 3: CellyRu] Kept me in a dungeon along with dog food and my drawers Couple stacks in my palm, pushing until they off me Real stitch slip I ain't with all that talkin' n***as Ratting on your boys, 'bout time to lay some poison Had to get rid of all the work before the damn boys hit Packin' n***as out we making b**h n***as forfeit Think we in the gang so when my young n***as scoring Moving packs on the under I'll pull up in a foreign Task on a n***a hard, ten large to beat the charge Got n***as in the yard that do this sh** for the squad Keep a lid on my mind, broad day we do the job Sit back and watch Fox 12, got us on watch All I know is the block, all they heard was some shots Ain't worried bout the cops, be he drop when I pop Young n***a call the shots, off top we get it popping Young n***a call the shots, off top we get it popping [Hook: Mozzy (x2)] I'll tear this motherf**er up, ask blood Last time we slid through, we taxed blood Yous a motherf**in' rat blood I just seen your a** on the rat faxx blood