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[big ed]

Chorus

We some mob niggas

Bust your ass out your hilfigers

No limit mercenary killers

We some thug niggas

We some tru niggas

What you wanna do nigga

Stomp your ass till your black and blue nigga

We some mob niggas

Bust your ass out your hilfigers

No limit mercenary killers

We some thug niggas

We some tru niggas

What you wanna do nigga

Rowdy rowdy bout to act a fuckin fool nigga



[crooked eye]

Stick em up, how you like establish 98

Big ed is the assassin, with a fresh cut cake

No shakes, bet these mob niggas cant wait

For sausa teach the hits from the south to the yay

Lay em down, military minded made niggas

Low to the last don still up we paid niggas

Grave diggers be nothin on gods earth that bleed

Stay tru to the game and keep close my enemies

Pushing crates and tapes all across the states

It used to be d, but now its street rap cds

With made niggas, highly paid niggas

Killers on the payroll, so step nigga, roll niggas

Put a hit out on me I put one out on you

You test one of my soldiers I take your whole crew

Banana clip in, bavgate and sausa

Commanded by the colonel p, dont like it we lost ya



[big ed]

Chorus



Nigga I say shit like dips quick to empty out clips

Big ed and steady mobbin fuck up your block in one dip

It aint no stoppin cause we military minded niggas

My first phrase as a kid was momma pass the trigger

The captian of this tank no limit soldier up in this bitch

Making moves with my thugs nigga I plan to be rich

Tatted up strapped tight with tek 9s and glocks

Im hittin switches in the four nigga make the front hop

So nigga how many niggas wanna ride with me

I call my niggas when my enemies collide with me

Tank dawgs be the niggas that would for die for me

Cause nina war make them hollow tips fly for me

Steady mobbin got the ghost town riders

And nigga Im tru for life, so cant nuttin come beside us

The colonel got the tank bustin on you niggas

Ground troops of war got killers dumpin on yall niggas



Chorus



[billy bavgate]

Bavgate screaming mary jane when I mob

Nigga point to the west like sadaam

Rowdy like the ? ? ? , nigga off the hook like a baker

Ghost town niggas keep one up in the chamber

I lived rough as a youth when I was growing up

Tryin to come up I hit a lick on a cigarette truck

I aint giving a fuck

Im gettin loose your main mafia nigga in the movie

Big ed pumpin lead till they dead

Im a gangsta gettin watched by the feds

Bavgate gettin high till my last day

No limit soldier till the comet hit the motherfucking bay

[big ed]

Chorus

We some mob niggas

Bust your ass out your hilfigers

No limit mercenary killers

We some thug niggas

We some tru niggas

What you wanna do nigga

Stomp your ass till your black and blue nigga

We some mob niggas

Bust your ass out your hilfigers

No limit mercenary killers

We some thug niggas

We some tru niggas

What you wanna do nigga

Rowdy rowdy bout to act a fuckin fool nigga



[crooked eye]

Stick em up, how you like establish 98

Big ed is the assassin, with a fresh cut cake

No shakes, bet these mob niggas cant wait

For sausa teach the hits from the south to the yay

Lay em down, military minded made niggas

Low to the last don still up we paid niggas

Grave diggers be nothin on gods earth that bleed

Stay tru to the game and keep close my enemies

Pushing crates and tapes all across the states

It used to be d, but now its street rap cds

With made niggas, highly paid niggas

Killers on the payroll, so step nigga, roll niggas

Put a hit out on me I put one out on you

You test one of my soldiers I take your whole crew

Banana clip in, bavgate and sausa

Commanded by the colonel p, dont like it we lost ya



[big ed]

Chorus



Nigga I say shit like dips quick to empty out clips

Big ed and steady mobbin fuck up your block in one dip

It aint no stoppin cause we military minded niggas

My first phrase as a kid was momma pass the trigger

The captian of this tank no limit soldier up in this bitch

Making moves with my thugs nigga I plan to be rich

Tatted up strapped tight with tek 9s and glocks

Im hittin switches in the four nigga make the front hop

So nigga how many niggas wanna ride with me

I call my niggas when my enemies collide with me

Tank dawgs be the niggas that would for die for me

Cause nina war make them hollow tips fly for me

Steady mobbin got the ghost town riders

And nigga Im tru for life, so cant nuttin come beside us

The colonel got the tank bustin on you niggas

Ground troops of war got killers dumpin on yall niggas



Chorus



[billy bavgate]

Bavgate screaming mary jane when I mob

Nigga point to the west like sadaam

Rowdy like the ? ? ? , nigga off the hook like a baker

Ghost town niggas keep one up in the chamber

I lived rough as a youth when I was growing up

Tryin to come up I hit a lick on a cigarette truck

I aint giving a fuck

Im gettin loose your main mafia nigga in the movie

Big ed pumpin lead till they dead

Im a gangsta gettin watched by the feds

Bavgate gettin high till my last day

No limit soldier till the comet hit the motherfucking bay

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