Reality Rap feat. Blitz, Kaos & Uno-Dos
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You know how we do man, we shuttin' shit down yo
2002 Nigga
That's right nigga
2002 Shit
Can't fuck with the Gods man
My nigga Blitz, what up
Blitz what up nigga
Uno Dos, good lookin' nigga
Good lookin' my nigga, good lookin'
That fire right here
That shit for y'all niggas
Prince Guard what up
All my niggas
All my niggas
Big T that, Thief Nick what up nigga
One hand wash the other you know what I mean
No doubt
Goes around comes around
That's that shit right here man
Y'all niggas better listen
Ayo, ayo, ayo
One hand wash the other, I never shit on my niggas
I roll with them niggas that be pullin' them triggers
I rep the dead and the livin', we the best that did it
Expenses we spend it, big faces, explosive guns
We smash y'all thugs, I.M. 3
Comin' through, make way, what you wanna do?
Shoot the fifth, or get popped with the fifth
Either way you got no wins, I represent QB
The biggest hood in the world, there's too many of us
It's too easy to get touched, we catch you at a show
Take your dro, take your ice, catch you on the island
While you rockin' on the mic, send a kite from down south
Cut that nigga from his head to his mouth
He violated in the streets, frontin' like he wanted beef
Now it's a wrap, duke rather hang it up
We the Mobb, we ain't no gang but we bang niggas up
Besides rap, I blaze niggas up
My ox shape are mutton chops, ice pick your guts
Never gon' stop, all your mans is gon' watch
Free performers on the block
Meantime invest in rocks, buy and sell stocks
Uno Dos, it's Papi the connect, put my eyes on your neck
Your jewels extra large like Stretch, I show you my strip
We get the check on the first, be gone by the second
The third they come with stolen shit, beggin' for seconds
I ain't gon' lay for a second, ain't gon' wait for a second
If it's any beef then get it, Uno Dos don't forget it
I'm choked and menace exclusive, honorable mention
Fuck with Nitty, G-O or Twin, y'all some dead niggas
Yo, hustle and raw, we Infamous Mobb nigga
That's my word to God, we Infamous Mobb nigga
I.M. 3 the squad, Infamous Mobb
And we won't stop 'til your heads go pop
We them original Mobb men, get lead lodged in
We the marksmen you hate, them thug niggas you love
Find me in my neighborhood pub, I'm gacked up
Bang, crush your haze and hash until I'm content
I'm a hood nigga for life, it ain't no changin'
I'm so damn dangerous, you want I make you famous
Take cover when I aim this pistol, I'm buckin' to hit you
My 41st team all pro official
Nigga I, kiss you then kill you, no code these
Just me then beat that body, cause you ain't nobody
Been on these cold ass streets, livin' off juice and naughty sleep
You'll be six feet under this concrete feet
When that metal cut them corners your ghetto's left deserted
My origins the projects, rebels, thefts and murder
My name is the logic connectin' vets and burners
If I bang them, thanks from this cannon bet you earned it
Pop up in your zip code, aim while unloadin' shit
Lock and let the clip go in the name of this omen
Leave 'em holdin' with my clip throat, waved on this blowin'
Life time in this life of crime, raised never knowin'
Contact and touch your body, trust me I be up in that
Black van, no plates, rusty shotty
Cause cliques want no drama with clips that hold armor
Blitz approach drama from Stitch to Osama
Yo, hustle and raw, we Infamous Mobb nigga
That's my word to God, we Infamous Mobb nigga
I.M. 3 the squad, Infamous Mobb
And we won't stop 'til your heads go pop
Yo, it's a cold mixture, crime fam over infamous beats
Don't get it twisted son I spit for the streets
All the baseheads and dope fiends, little ones that was sold dreams
Bums with no cribs, thugs with long beards
I spit facts of life and clap at mics
Turn booths to crime scenes, who tougher than my team?
No one, and Chaos ain't scared of no gun
I look at eye to eye, the dot is ready to die
If you ain't back up, cause the Mobb'll have you wrapped up
Mobb's Crip clapped up, dead nigga that act up
I done hit the streets with bricks, to get back chips
Now I breathe hits on tracks to shut down cliques
Deeper than sippin' on liqs, and puffin' on spliffs
You might end up sippin' on this chrome four-fifth
Niggas sleep in the hood get, clipped in the hood
I'm cocky cause I'm spittin' it good, don't end up restin' in wood
Got four pounds chest naked runnin' through the block
When it's on, who really gives a fuck about the cops?
When a nigga owe you knots he bound to get dropped
Moms cryin', cause her little son got shot
How come? He owed me a little cake
And the next nigga that pump for me won't do the same thing
We think long range to get those big ass chains
Big ass cars, grippin' those movie stars
Who we are? I.M. 3 reppin' to the death
And you'll never catch a nigga like me wearin' a vest
Only toting a TEC, ready to wet the whole set
Cuttin' your neck, beat you in your head 'til you dead
Yo, hustle and raw, we Infamous Mobb nigga
That's my word to God, we Infamous Mobb nigga
I.M. 3 the squad, Infamous Mobb
And we won't stop 'til your heads go pop
Word up
Hustle and raw, we Infamous Mobb nigga
That's my word to God, we Infamous Mobb nigga
I.M. 3 the squad, Infamous Mobb
And we won't stop 'til your heads go pop
Word up, know what I mean?
Reality rap nigga