(*talking*)
Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha
2000 and 2 ha, ha
It go down, S.U.C. for real
Mobstyle for life, uh nigga
[Chorus - 2x]
And it`s M.O.B., money
Over bullshit, you know me
Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
A nigga don`t know, what a nigga don`t see
[Big Pokey]
In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack
Now they respect my work, like I`m packing a mack
Everytime I sound check, I`m cracking the deck
On track split wigs, like a x in the hat
You know how I act in the Lac, I`m a hog
T.V.`s back in the back, got to fall
Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut
K bullets hit niggas, and they edge up
Pay attention, focus nigga
Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga
4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga
Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga
A bitch`ll jump fly, when they dose your hitter
You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her
I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame
They think it`s hard, but it`s simple man
[Chorus - 2x]
[Big Pokey]
I`m a gangsta, and I`m out of control
Drink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swoll
Pay the toll when you pass, it`s the bill collector
Cocaine disector, come with Hannibal Lector
Tell the visual projector, when I`m watching a flick
I reckon need to had your chick, cause I got paper to get
Hundred miles per hour, slowing down my viders
Stampede the stateline, flood the booth with powder
I`m balling nigga, three hundred-sixty degrees
In the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g`s
Hollow T-I-P`s, choppers and barettas
Fucking with my cheddar, I wet up niggas sweaters
Young in the game, crunching Send " Mob" Ringtone to your Cell