Chiraq

[Intro: Lil Ceno] MOB! No squad shit It's mob shit and gang shit, period 1-5 Anna Boys, Sicko,(or) No mobb. Period MOB BANG [Verse 1: Lil Ceno] Whoever said we only made bopping music We some savages and I'll put you through it Got a nean dean that'll split your wig Have your body leaking all types of fluids On my Anna shit, Me and Suwoo Straight gang bang, color suwoo From a holy city we don't fuck around Drop a opp nigga, shooting cars too We S-M, we D-G That's Sicko Mobb and that's Dale Gang You fuck with us, straight terrorizing shit Hold your head homie find your brain Got big guns just like the navy Knock your limbs off just for looking crazy Old lady tricking, fuck Ms. Daisy Walking up looking like Slim Shady Don't serve him, bro is you crazy? Niggas over there straight sneak dissing AK shells leave his body missing Play laser tag leaving not a witness Shoulda thought first Ho, mind your business Now it's too late bullets hitting the gate Now your family crying, wishing for some fate Call the ambulance or it's too late Getting OTS with uncle savage Roll the windows down now its blamming time Stunting on the opps, fucking opp thots Cause its blowing them ho I love to shine 357 nigga fuck a nine, No evidence leave his moma crying Snitching on the bros, whole family dying Foreign whips what a young nigga riding Now that I made it I'm flying on jets Flirtin' with thotties and keeping them wet Chiraq my city we popping them flats I can't take it off not remy We posted with macs HAHAHA! Ahh that's just a lil bit for yall goof ass niggas who said we couldn't do this shit, man Keep up, Sicko Mobb or no mobb, Bitch! Gang! Mob! No squad shit, 15th and Christiana bitch, Posted with macs That's it Mob Shit, No squad shit. Gang shit, no opp shit [Lil Trav] Let me at'em big bro Let me go one time Sicko Shit, you know? No squad shit, only Mob shit And if these niggas start shit and we ain't gon' squash it Skee!! Skeeee. Let me at his ass Go! [Verse 2: Lil Trav] Chiraq plot Now its hammer time I'm nailing hoes yea I like to shine I pray to God for a bad bitch That bad bitch straight suck dick Got a white bitch called Red Neck Paid ho, Love the sex Money green like the Ogre Shrek She a big dog with a pussy cat I'm cooking shit, Playing daddy I'ma whoop his shit Like a cigarette I'll smoke a bitch Like Mario I'll poke a bitch Don't play. Watch Stay coach on me, Man down Man down! In the robber fit Aw Okay. you caked up This settlement better last luck In a black truck or black Mass (Maserati) With a mac gun that'll cut up Yall talking shit, in the grass row Got a army tank, full of sicko Smoke go-low, skee-eet ho Race reckless, eat cereal Pistol play, murderers In the hood, my team carnivores In Hollywood, we at Hollywars I'm super hot, fuck cold water I ain't calming down That's broke shit, I'll change a nigga With a whole kit, get choke quick With a oochie ho, got a sniper rifle, with a stupid scope On Rasta shit, these niggas ?, ? shit Snakes in the grass stay plotting and shit If a fee fee up they starving and shit I'm a shorty in the field on some Da-Da-Da shit Reload the clip, make it skip Big guns, knock off your hip Too much blood, take a sip Curve the bullet, shoot off your hip Do this first, aim the tec Big dawg niggas it's time to flex (?) aim low like super jets Three hoes called triple threat 357 plus 380's Blow bodies up like M-80's I hate to lose, It's Trav Baby Marine gun, deep like the navy Can't miss shit, I hit shit Go down her throat like fish sticks Fuck up your lungs like cigarettes Go dummy, illiterate Hollow tips, spread through your body It's turbo time, lets do Karate Got a deuce deuce (22) flow through your body Fuck enemies, shoot everybody Get good head, like snap back This Nina gon' clap back I ribbit niggas, Honey Smacks Got big niggas doing jumping jacks Stay on dummy, aim for your tummy Stop goof capping ain't nothing funny Laugh now then cry later Drive by fast, speed racer Laugh now then cry later Drive by fast, speed racer [Verse 3: Young Heavy] L-E-X-I-N-G-T-O-N Them my niggas they BMC If you said it once you gotta say it again On the dale in them white flags We post up and we tec in bags See people we never lack Still finish a nigga like a checker flag Christiana That's the 1-5 Where they Mob shit, Tote shit Thirty shots, long clip Double breasts, clone shit Where you get hit they put it on with I'm riding around in a foreign So I'm riding around and I'm smoking I ride around like a champion cause I ride around with that trophy That trophy be that steel nigga That thirty out that forty that's that kill nigga, get killed nigga Sit still nigga, better chill nigga I'm rolling off that pill nigga If he don't get that picture Pull a Tommy out, Hilfiger [Verse 4: J Cash] I know a bunch of niggas from the city Chi That's down to ride from either side That north, west, south, east side Want to stay alive, know your street side Them hitters rushing like a D-line Nigga stay posted like a re-vine Nigga stay strapped in Chiraq, don't never lack I keep mine West side niggas don't dry They jack ball from side-to-side They up a oochie, stunt for the coochie You broke nigga You stay dry Thot bitches be thirsty at the fee fee, cause a nigga flee If you got wings on your jeans, (I) bet them thot hoes one fuck for free A.M. better set your clocks, when I pop a block, watch out for cops They selling, rocks they selling blow Shorty in the cut, they keep a pole Because who knows when a opp (will) arrive 'Till them niggas die, hitters occupied And if I should die, right before your eye Don't drop a tear. Let bullets fly Smoking on a straight cemetery Niggas drilling shit like a military Got big guns like the military Make a military nigga very scary Fuck the neighborhood, it's a opp in every Nina finger fuck, watch me pop her cherry I got thirty off in every clip I'm letting thirty off, nigga every rip Slide up on a nigga in a Cara Van Strapped up, Wrapped up like a Taliban Wild west shoot out, bet i make'em dance 9-1-1 here come the ambulance 1-5, Anna Mob.That's bro nem Savages'll rock a bitch, ain't no ho in nem Thawed out twenty bricks that's mo and nem West side summertime here we go again Like freaky tails up on the Dale Them thots they den topped everybody Leave the crime scene with a hundred shells Police say "They shot everybody" We love guns and roses like Ed Hardy We dreaded up like Bob Marley (You) better use your head before you lose your head We from Chiraq, we the land of bodies [Outro: Lil Ceno] Gang shit, Mob shit, man Up top, It's a movement, man You know how we rocking, man Outwest shit, man. Chiraq Gang, Gang! Mob Catch me up top, man Cool with me some time man That's where all this money at All these foreigns be All these Robin's All these- All this DOPE!!! Fuck is you talm 'bout? SKEE-EEEEEETTTT!!!