Rat Faxx
Mozzy feat. E MOZZY & Cellyru
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You know I'm bickin back bowlin me and my posse, don't let us wiggle
Through that mother fucker
Hell gang raised hell
Homie
Tear this motherfucker up
Them niggas know
You know you know
(Ill tear this motherfucker up, ask
Blood
Last time he slid
Through we taxed blood ah
Youse a motherfuckin
Rat blood
I just seen your ass on
That rat faxx blood
Your a motherfuckin
Rat blood)
Gotta keep your Iggy on you when you selling crack
Nigga still gon fell off
I just fell back
Dropped Outta school I was held back
Then I started turkey
Wrapping el
Pac
Wouldn't believe what
They got my Nigga bail at
Im online finna send a side care pac its a lack of real niggas since they killed jack
If niggas sign me right
Now imma still trap
They can sign me right
Now and Imma still
Phone
Hate to put it all on the
Line but it's real though
If you ain't slideing for
Your sides youse a weirdo
It's real nigga rhymes
Oozing out the stereo
Come wit extra
Charges when you
Scratching out the
Serial
Me and dudes
Counting dirty money
Eating cereal
Head shots nigga
Fucking up your
Physical
Might as well pull the
Plug when it's critical
(CHORUS 2X)
Money on the western union for the
Homie RU
That's a round of
Applause when the homie shoot
Definitely noted
Imma do it when the
Homies do
A couple niggas that
Will solide I only know a
Few.
My lil gunner he a
Shooter and he hold it
Too
He goon bodies just
Slipped like he suppose
To do
Been on the hill, we in
The field and you ain't
Never there And niggas running
When they see us,
Niggas hella scared
You fuck wit niggas
Who telling, that's
Second hand snitching
Ain't got a hoe his
Homie do he's second
Hand sipin
You don't live what
You rap I don't hear
You niggas
Get taken nervous
Every time a nigga
Near you niggas
It's shooters in the car
Every time we move
Real recognize real
Nigga who is you
We aren't familiar wit
Them niggas who
Don't bust a tool
We play chess and pull
That coupe and I don't
Fuck wit you
(CHORUS 2X)
Kept me in a dungeon
Along with dog food
And my draws
Couple stacks in my
Palm, pushing until
They off me
Real stitch slip I ain't
Wit all that Talkin
Niggas
Ratting on your boys
Bout time to lay some
Poison
Had to get rid of all the
Work for the damn
Boys hit
Packing niggas out we
Making bitch niggas
Forfeit
Think we in the Gang
To when my yougin
Niggas scoring
Moving packs in an
Under isle pull up in a
Foreign
Tax on a nigga hard
Ten large to beat the
Charge
Got niggas on the yard
That do this shit for the
Squad
Keep a lot on my mind
Broad day we do the
Job
Sit back and watch the
Fox 12 goddess on
Watch
All I know is the block
All they heard was
Some shots
Ain't worried about the
Cops
Bet he drop when I
Pop
Young nigga call the
Shots, off top we get it
Poppin
Young nigga call the
Shots, off top we get it
Poppin
(CHORUS 2x)
I just seen your ass on
That rat faxx blood
I just seen your ass on
That rat faxx blood