Sha Hef - M.O.B Memoir lyrics

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Sha Hef - M.O.B Memoir lyrics

[Intro] Hunnit 'Round Hef, True You n***as know I keep two dike b**hes with me With Spiked collars, semi automatic pistols Just for the static yerd, so don't try me n***a [Verse] Desperado, sipping Activis out the bottle Living life like there ain't no tomorrow All I know is sorrow, see both my heart and my bullets hollow I give the orders that the k**ers follow I tell your b**h to swallow my kids and she better not miss a drop Y'all selling bricks, we moving cinder blocks I middle finger cops and judges, no love for authority I break the law and move accordingly And what you motherf**ers claiming ain't no gang, you a sorority Loading my clip while they recording me Your baby mother just a who*e to me She boofed a quarter key of raw for me I get her p**y wet just off the thought of me All these lil n***as applauding me, I run the hood Look, your big homies a fraud to me, that's understood They like "Hunnit Round rap, heard he put that Glock away" Bullsh**, I still clip you from a block away I eyeball work, you could put your clock away f** 'bout what a copper say, give a cop a top today I point aim and let the chopper spray I think if I ruled the world I prolly body 'bout a cop a day I got a job so I could cop a K and stick that motherf**er up Give no motherf**ing f**s Owe me money, still breathing, that's a motherf**ing luck O.J. Mayo over yayo, I be shooting for the bucks What what, how you want it, Mr. Never-Get-Confronted Hunnit 'Round Hef, Mr. Pour-A-Four-Up-&-Get-Blunted Coulda f**ed your b**h, she was on my dick, but she fronted She pulled out her tits, then I put my kids in her stomach Trust me, I don't give a f**, I'm off like three-four xans And I don't know what I'm saying, I can't even stand Hot up contraband, whipping up grams b**h in a three point stand, dog just hit me from the can If you gotta go, now I got blood on my hands Now I got blood on my pants, even got blood on my face Blue still tucked in my waist, trust I might shoot up the place Then I might go to the safe, yes I might catch me a case Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, yes I might catch me a case Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, might catch me a case Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, whipping and dipping on Jake [Outro: Black Market b**hes]