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*(Ager Man & Bart)* Mobb life mutha fucka! (It's Mobbin life) Eh man is this that Blunt Funk? (That One Step Beyond bombation shit) Yeah (You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha fuckin' Krazy nigga! Where the fuckin' money?! Where the fuckin' money nigga?! (Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin' bitch?) Verse 1 *(Bart of 3X Krazy)* I hits the block walk wit a Tech A zip in my pocket 350 rocket to get up out of the cases Move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to beat us For the funk won't leave you breathin' I've been married since a fetus 3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life) The 100 blocks got it sewed Put your lips in my business and get them mutha fuckas mowed My game is to be sold No suckas when I roll You comin' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum Givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop When I dumpin' hot ones out the drop Pull around and get you mopped Put the Mobb against a series of haters Tied up in a knot wit instigators Start speakin' fo playas I got my front porch sewed up The feds chasin' Through the back roots, cuts an stretch I got no time for no patience Keek hittin' fences A-G bailin' through the trees I was keyed So it's basic that you make it on your tee's nigga! Uh Chorus *(3X Krazy)* 4x The Thug Money The drug money The mud money, bet yo blood, and it's stuff under the rug money Verse 2 *(Ager Man of 3X Krazy)* Smokin' some of that green dope smashin' through the East 5-0 couldn't even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speed Hopped up out my vehic Seen cops hidin' in the trees Slapped my mutha fuckin' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed In my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B Watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leave Cuz niggas ain't goin' down no mo' For the 9-6 fuck the 4 Fuck off fully both of they doe Wit nitro gas for the murda show Get to they shop, and hit the back door Some of you niggas don't really know Real killas don't need a, 4-4 to make that niggas, head blow Put bombs in his pick up I bet ya'll niggas won't see him no mo' Cuz when that mutha fucka blow No come back, everybody gonna go Verse 3 *(Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy)* For the Thug Money They jack a nigga for nothin' I be leavin' you dead in the alley This kill a 5-0 Cali For the 9-6 These woody-wood all in my mix Bust a nigga upside his head for arguin' wit a bitch I think I'm tired of these woodies So I gathered up a million niggas And burned them Big Willies Straps! I need to find some fullys And a gang that is sure to clean your crowd Pistol let off repeated Immediatey Black and white drop ridin' through the spot And tryin' to stop my flow, cash So I gotta get that ass They radioed a rigg up So I'm on feet like ??? Plus I'm a getaway Tell the crew, put my shit away Change my description And fired up a C.F.A Crooked cop came I-LL-A Everythang went on thugs in the O-A fuckin' K They, know the A They ended D The enemy And these house niggas, and peckerwoods harrassin' me So I'm harrassin' back Hot on the roof top wit my gat Fuckin' blast it! Splat! Suspect he dressed in black I Left 'em layin' flat Ghetto bird don't know where I'm at Tucked under And sneakin' on another fuckin' task money *(Chorus)* 4x Verse 4 *(Richie Rich)* ]From the cradle to the gravin' Misbehavin' Like a fuckin' stowaway Trunk full of throw-aways Glocks Tech's AP's Mac's Fuck wit 'ol skool Richie Rich you get you ass taxed Nigga Hitler was a killer Frank War was a mack For all my years in the game I got so many gats Nigga It's for the race war Don't wanna face more Niggas than I can handle Blowin' 'em out like candles Have you ever seen a nigga work a thirty-eight For the, drug money To stuff under the rug money Rich and 3 Times Niggas thought it wrong It's Blunt Funk for the scratch Once again it's on I hate to kill, but I will for the skrill Into my section, for the leathal injection AK-47, hundred round gas-aholic Smokin' these clips and can't call it Nigga! *(Chorus)* 4x Nigga!
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