Verse oneI'm livin' in hell where all these niggazgot stories to tell I be blasin't on these bitch niggazservin' well and the company I keep be the scum of the earthbody tated hair matted sellin' Key's if you fuck wit theselaw breakin' niggaz scream fuck the policewe gonna ball fo the lil nigga shitwhat the fuck you figure?Timbaland boots forty fives wit nicket platesfindin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't waitif niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'emall that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'emCuz, when I say jump, niggaz sayHow high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eyenow let's get busy niggaChorusYall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to dielive and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)Verse two [Fatal]Keep it comin', these niggaz get done inon any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any triggaputtin' in work, then past it off, to my little manlike he blast it off, beyond that, ?criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five capendin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shitso I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wityall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parollyslap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty copChorus (2x)Verse threeSome niggaz, kinda of cokescared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like youPlexey glass, so I send my pretty bitchswingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so sheblastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,but it don't mean shit, til you witness to yourselfhow live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitchshare a mic wit me, until I see her versatilityyou get the fuckin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymesit's only hollow points I spit out my ninedrillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm passin' throughI bust six, in the air nigga, just for youand if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happenI'd be the last nigga rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin'Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never knowsmellin' they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slowthe nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' sillyblowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'emI don't give a fuck, how small big and tallcome get me, and I talk on how square yall areattack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquidand the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit biznissI don't know what these niggaz, be thinkin' when they see meniggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genieI stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacksyall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on waxthinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town wewe lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can't drown meI'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back upto tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuckChorus (2x)Muthafuckin' M.O.B you ain't seen shit yet, what