Letras
Eh yo this ones for all my M-O-B-B
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin like old time kings
And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate? Do you feel me?
Aiight then
Mind like the dutch flow wit her backwards
Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture
Frature cry now laugh later
We assist and compute data
On ya IBM Dime bitches I be eyein them
Shoot me down a hundred times
Still come up wit new rhymes
Rec exects dont like me
Come up with new rhymes
See you want it and you give a push for all mankind
Eh yo this ones for all my M-O-B-B
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin like old time kings
And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate? Do you feel me?
Aiight then
Mike Tyson style Animal duns
We live wild, too many ways to die
We alive for now, we cross borders
Take the guns along with us
Defend imfamous to the fullest
Protect my duns that came with me
They move with me it's risky
For you to try to approach the god shiftly
We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest
Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
While you bearin witness
We handelin ya chick b'ness (business)
Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins
Picture you dead and in the raw
Flippin two not ready for what you and
Moms already missin you
Old fool from the old school, you 36
I been doin this since niggas sellin nicks
Gettin head from tricks