*(Ager Man & Bart)*
Mobb life mutha f**a!
(It's Mobbin life)
Eh man is this that Blunt Funk?
(That One Step Beyond bombation sh**)
Yeah
(You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha f**in' Krazy n***a!
Where the f**in' money?!
Where the f**in' money n***a?!
(Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin' b**h?)
Verse 1 *(Bart of 3X Krazy)*
I hits the block walk wit a Tech
A zip in my pocket
350 rocket to get up out of the cases
Move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to beat us
For the funk won't leave you breathin'
I've been married since a fetus
3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life)
The 100 blocks got it sewed
Put your lips in my business and get them mutha f**as mowed
My game is to be sold
No s**as when I roll
You comin' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum
Givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop
When I dumpin' hot ones out the drop
Pull around and get you mopped
Put the Mobb against a series of haters
Tied up in a knot wit instigators
Start speakin' fo playas
I got my front porch sewed up
The feds chasin'
Through the back roots, cuts an stretch
I got no time for no patience
Keek hittin' fences
A-G bailin' through the trees
I was keyed
So it's basic that you make it on your tee's n***a!
Uh
Chorus *(3X Krazy)* 4x
The Thug Money
The drug money
The mud money, bet yo blood, and it's stuff under the rug money
Verse 2 *(Ager Man of 3X Krazy)*
Smokin' some of that green dope smashin' through the East
5-0 couldn't even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speed
Hopped up out my vehic
Seen cops hidin' in the trees
Slapped my mutha f**in' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed
In my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B
Watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leave
Cuz n***as ain't goin' down no mo'
For the 9-6 f** the 4
f** off fully both of they doe
Wit nitro gas for the murda show
Get to they shop, and hit the back door
Some of you n***as don't really know
Real k**as don't need a, 4-4 to make that n***as, head blow
Put bombs in his pick up
I bet ya'll n***as won't see him no mo'
Cuz when that mutha f**a blow
No come back, everybody gonna go
Verse 3 *(Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy)*
For the Thug Money
They jack a n***a for nothin'
I be leavin' you dead in the alley
This k** a 5-0 Cali
For the 9-6
These woody-wood all in my mix
Bust a n***a upside his head for arguin' wit a b**h
I think I'm tired of these woodies
So I gathered up a million n***as
And burned them Big Willies
Straps! I need to find some fullys
And a gang that is sure to clean your crowd
Pistol let off repeated
Immediatey
Black and white drop ridin' through the spot
And tryin' to stop my flow, cash
So I gotta get that a**
They radioed a rigg up
So I'm on feet like ???
Plus I'm a getaway
Tell the crew, put my sh** away
Change my description
And fired up a C.F.A
Crooked cop came
I-LL-A
Everythang went on thugs in the O-A f**in' K
They, know the A
They ended D
The enemy
And these house n***as, and peckerwoods harra**in' me
So I'm harra**in' back
Hot on the roof top wit my gat
f**in' blast it!
Splat!
Suspect he dressed in black
I
Left 'em layin' flat
Ghetto bird don't know where I'm at
Tucked under
And sneakin' on another f**in' task money
*(Chorus)* 4x
Verse 4 *(Richie Rich)*
]From the cradle to the gravin'
Misbehavin'
Like a f**in' stowaway
Trunk full of throw-aways
Glocks
Tech's
AP's
Mac's
f** wit 'ol skool Richie Rich you get you a** taxed
n***a Hitler was a k**er
Frank War was a mack
For all my years in the game I got so many gats
n***a
It's for the race war
Don't wanna face more
n***as than I can handle
Blowin' 'em out like candles
Have you ever seen a n***a work a thirty-eight
For the, drug money
To stuff under the rug money
Rich and 3 Times
n***as thought it wrong
It's Blunt Funk for the scratch
Once again it's on
I hate to k**, but I will for the skrill
Into my section, for the leathal injection
AK-47, hundred round gas-aholic
Smokin' these clips and can't call it
n***a!
*(Chorus)* 4x
n***a!