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Little boys and girls. You thought niggas was gonna come weak?
Nigga this the Mobb fool, uh
I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
[Verse 1: Phats Bossalini]
I fight to struggle
Hoping God don't stop my hustle
My fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle
The shots was muffled
I remember blood puddles
Land of the scand' where niggas fallin in doubles
Maybe couples, I mean the strong kill the weak
Million dollar puzzles, I done placed the last piece
Success is sweet, I put it all back together
Mass melted cheddar strictly guarded by Berettas, uh
Cash sweet, for the jewels, they get they ass beat
Sweat in my sleep, think they found a way to blast me
Grossly, muthafuckaz tried to choke me
Sliced they throat, look in my eyes, die slowly
You owe me, that's for takin it, P
Now what's left to play solely that's for fuckin wit me
Listen, in the streets it's a respect thang
Can't tell the tune, let the nine, Tec sing
Mostly 'caine products got sold on my block
Most the nights I slept got awoke by shots
The inner city, I could care less about your pity
I'm Phats Bossin ready to die if you come get me
Little boys and girls. You thought niggas was gonna come weak?
Nigga this the Mobb fool, uh
I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
[Verse 1: Phats Bossalini]
I fight to struggle
Hoping God don't stop my hustle
My fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle
The shots was muffled
I remember blood puddles
Land of the scand' where niggas fallin in doubles
Maybe couples, I mean the strong kill the weak
Million dollar puzzles, I done placed the last piece
Success is sweet, I put it all back together
Mass melted cheddar strictly guarded by Berettas, uh
Cash sweet, for the jewels, they get they ass beat
Sweat in my sleep, think they found a way to blast me
Grossly, muthafuckaz tried to choke me
Sliced they throat, look in my eyes, die slowly
You owe me, that's for takin it, P
Now what's left to play solely that's for fuckin wit me
Listen, in the streets it's a respect thang
Can't tell the tune, let the nine, Tec sing
Mostly 'caine products got sold on my block
Most the nights I slept got awoke by shots
The inner city, I could care less about your pity
I'm Phats Bossin ready to die if you come get me
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