[Hook]
I got game that'll shock the world
It ain't no thang, but I'm on top of your girl; she wanna ride with me
Running with the mob is real
So I told her "ain't no secret, I was born to kill"
And wanna die at the same time; life is ill
So I give the streets something to feel
The hood loves it when I grip, cock, and pop the steel
And in the public I'm a idol, cause I count them mills
And I done shed blood
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I done shed blood, life of a thug nigga
I only hang out with them criminals and drug dealers
That's why I love niggas
I count my money long
Don't try to play me, I would hate to do a nigga wrong
I'm in a zone, cocking it back, that blacka chrome
Run in your home, do it for the Mac, them suckas gone
That AK-47 ain't got no prints on it
That MAC-11 left his dome with a dent on it
I doubt they really want it, death don't discriminate when
And even then suckas hiding, cause I'm off the pen
I'll track him down, let a bitch set him up for bread
And it ain't over, watch when a hustler get up off the feds
Gotta dump that lead, let one off, and then I sped
And I don't regret living with a bullet in my head
I done took some for the team and I ain't turning back
I love my niggas Feddy, Husalah, Rydah, and The Jack
The chosen 5, gotta get away from them homicides
I'm living to die, bet I get him right between his eyes
And when I'm gone, bet they bury me a fuckin G
I can't believe how they tryna take me under siege
[Hook]
I got game that'll shock the world
It ain't no thang, but I'm on top of your girl; she wanna ride with me
Running with the mob is real
So I told her "ain't no secret, I was born to kill"
And wanna die at the same time; life is ill
So I give the streets something to feel
The hood loves it when I grip, cock, and pop the steel
And in the public I'm a idol, cause I count them mills
And I done shed blood
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I done shed blood, life of a Mob Figa
Before I shoot em, I'ma hold my ground and squab, nigga
That's why I pop niggas, and I be molly-whopping
I'm keepin it gangsta, I would hate to get the party popping
When I cock that murder weapon, no prints on my Smith and Wesson
I'm on some hood shit, two TECs that'll meet your death and...
So much aggression
I love when it's funk, I get to pressin
Your family's stressin
Get back to the point and place your bet in
I gotta keep it G, I'm keepin it M-O-B
2 shots for me, then back to the block, back in the breeze
They yelling "freeze!", I'm steady yelling "fuck police"
And I be Gs, there's no surrender, no retreat
Gotta pack that heat, I'm dumpin them shots off in the street
And I can't leave, I'm busting them shots until I bleed
And I can't breathe, they know for the fact it's A-P Nin'
I'm hearing screams, and I'm back to the mic
Yo, fuck your dreams
[Hook]
I got game that'll shock the world
It ain't no thang, but I'm on top of your girl; she wanna ride with me
Running with the mob is real
So I told her "ain't no secret, I was born to kill"
And wanna die at the same time; life is ill
So I give the streets something to feel
The hood loves it when I grip, cock, and pop the steel
And in the public I'm a idol, cause I count them mills
And I done shed blood
[Outro]
Yeah
It's your boy A to the P Dot man
You know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm saying? The 9th one of the fuckin rap game
You know what I'm saying? Mob Trial 3, man, the mothafuckin Mob Figaz
Man, niggas know they can't fuck with us, man
We kill em, we rich, we don't give a shit
You know we gon keep it hood, we gon keep it mob
You know what I'm talking about?
Yeah, get your money up, man
Step it up, mothafuckas
Can't fuck with us, man
I'm out of this mothafucka, man
Indecent on the mothafucka, mothafuckin, mothafuckin knock, man
Hahaha, yeah
[Instrumental]
