M.O.B. (USA) - Poison Bananas lyrics

P-p-p-p Unit You p**y a** n***a! P-p-p-p Unit You p**y a** n***a! P-p-p-p Unit You p**y a** n***a! Who the snitch? You the snitch Who the b**h? You the b**h (x4) Look, get ya mask took off When I blast four off Pump the shotty Throw your body Where the gra** grow tall Jeah, I'm like tango for the cash Orange Jag Looking like a mango when it pa** With the tato on the mack I ain't talking 'bout bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag f** is you rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get out Pull and spit the lead Bullets hit your head Then your mind'll sit out By the time they find this sh** out I'm in a different state In a different zip, different whip, different plates Wait! I put the heater to your head You G Unit Ninja Turtles cause your leader is rat Scrat! It's simple as 1,2,3 You lames Wanna get at Game You gotta come through me Tony Yayo Get out the way ho Lloyd Banks just got shot Technique pa** the mack And aim it at Curtis Jack You ain't right Trying to be Frank White You getting smacked Little accident murderer I just now heard of ya And the next time you disrespect the west, E serving ya Yayo You better lay low Cause the M.O.B. got some k**ers on the payroll I put a million dollar hit on you snitches Show you why we call ourselves Money Over b**hes (Chorus) I got a clip full of poison bananas And some cold hard k**ers from Compton (here monkey, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard k**er from Philly (here monkey, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard k**er from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard k**er from L.A. (here monkey, monkey) Olivia, get back in the car 'Fore I smack you like 50 did Fredo Starr And he picking on lil n***as Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a lil bigger? n***a using that muscle enhancement All I need is a couple dumbells and a sandwich f** holding a conference I'll run to Violator, hold Chris Lighty for hostage Cause Banks doing gay p**n, come out the closet! Either that or I'mma knock Chris Lighty unconsciencious Cut all the non-sense You was PC'd up Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner like you Common Talk of New York? You Jorge Pasada I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat, that's a promise You did 6 months, now you a convict? I accepted your phones calls now you got me on some wild sh** Judge said, "Time spent" Now you can get it from the same gun homicide dropped five dimes with And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek You won't be alive long enough to put out my heat (Chorus) Welcome to the west, let me show you what hood like My n***as down to sit on d**h row and ain't f**ing with Suge Knight Tag your left toes, wish you n***as a good night Rock-a-by baby Chrome .380 Screaming, "Ready to die" Them n***as ain't crazy On the black wall on the mini street that they can't be A pine box plenty of leg room Game, hit me, we're watching X's rented in Cancun I'm look at the two like, "The nerve of this damn dude" Pointing a beam at him, locating his next wound Talk to my heat Chi-Chi get the Yayo Replace that G Unit bandana with a halo (Chorus)