Bonus Track #1

[Verse 1] Nigga this is, dope shit for real niggas to mob to Husalah Husalah if I, need to remind you Thirty-six shots on my side dude If it's really on suckas die when I slide through Plus I got twenty-fours on the drop Knockin' hoes on the spot off top Nigga my gun go dumb blam mob shit dumb slap Everytime the Husalah rap boppas get dumb ready I fuck wid work not sluts they both come in heavy White shit two times on my frouton Either with ya wife or crack my face a coupon That's low price Sally toss a crouton Hold crack in ya butt bitch the Hus real Plus I got a left cross that'll slap and leave a nigga stiff Leave a nigga like a bootleg tape When I rip a nigga wid this razor in his face grace his face Everytime I did the '73 Caprice they see the whip is way older than me Out listenin' to the stupid freaks Slick Rick Freaky James in the trunk When I dump on a punk nigga what it's young Hus [HOOK] Ya say one thing and do another Creepin' but the Husalah's ready for the smother My niggas'll kill you, killlll youuuu Ya say one thing and do another Creepin' but the Husalah ready for the funk man My niggas'll kill you we ready for the smother [Verse 2] I write music in the dark off the beat of my heart on a cold, block Waitin' for the heat to spark Itchin' for the sun to go down Cause when my shiver start If it's all to ya eyes keep fuckin' wid the Husalah Cause from my stand point I'm seein' niggas self destruct It's not cool how my day to day life go Big rims and rifles high guy where my knife'll go It's the violation committed by alleged defendant My DNA real mob I'm a royal defendant A royal descendant of pure hustlin' Dominicans Niggas oil and chickens And padico coke for milk that niggas is sniffin' Simply to make it simplistic, my building's terrific I feel it, what niggas tryna do but lace me wid the mob I'm resurrectin' the era of '94 just to make it pop And when it's dumb ass back lit we stack chips Whether we stack bricks or learn from this rap shit I come through wid the fifty round and clack shit Clack clack cla-clack like I hits dome called Dome called dome called body shit HOOK [Verse 3] Every since I, was a young buck nigga I ain't never in my life been a young punk nigga Known for my knock outs and dumpin' on niggas I ain't talkin' bout suckas ya had to be stone killas And that's the way we got our stripes yo I swear to God my whole life I sold coke white bro Never had a chance to take a flick wid a prom date Never seen the tenth grade let alone graduate And that's sad for ya nig but I was lovin' it Soakin' hella game from the OG's that was fuckin' wid Nino G-Mac west on a late night hype He caught a hot one took eight Them peckerwoods tried to give him life I was out there wid Ruler that night He went down got back like nine zips of cooked crack These fake rappers keep dreamin' man Most my nights I cooked and sleep in the evenings man But you could only feel it if you lived that life tho This the type of shit I think about at night bro Killing, drug dealing, and prostitution Upholdin' the fifth amendment of the constitution Homie said he's wid the shit but never got arrested Wearing a stop snitchin' shirt, but you the one tellin' Now ya only gettin' seen in remote towns Pop up in the Bay and get yo bitch ass mowed down [Talking] It's the Mob we the main event nigga You know what I'm sayin'? Boss gang my niggas but we gon' keep it lit tho nigga You feel me? Niggas talkin' bout killing That's some funny shit