[Verse 1: Bukshot]
What's a goon to a Lune? It's nothin'
Lead up out the barrel gon' cut right through your muffin (Yeah, it's like that)
Like pump pump, then I'm gone like rum rum
808s go bump bump, got no conscience I'm numb (So dumb)
I be bustin' lunes just to pass time, hit up Krawley, told 'em that it's mask time (Grab yo mask dawg)
I called up Boogie, told him hit up Cousin Bill
Told him them bitches trippin', yeah, doggie, bust a grill
Time to ride ho (ride ho), promise you don't want them boys
With the toys from Kentucky with them lunes from Illinois
Yeah! I done paid the cost, that makes me the boss
Consider us the opps, prepare to take a loss
[Chorus: Bukshot]
You don't want them boys from The Mob up in your shit and that's on God
You don't want them weirdos and Lunes, not at all
One big clip, yeah, we The Mob
Pull up to your show and bust heads, it's nothin'
Show up at your record label where it's nothin'
Slap 'em Uncle Buk, say less, it's nothin'
Maybe I'll just stay home instead, it's nothin'
[Verse 2: Boogie]
What the fuck?
Aye yo, Shizzle, what's goin' on around here?
I said, I said, what's really goin' on around here?
This is some mob shit so it's best that they don't interfere
I'm on my troll shit, hey yo Travis, can you hold my beer?
Fill the duffel bag with weapons, it's nothin'
Tie you up and drag you through the woods, it's nothin'
I'm a sicko psycho, motherfucker, think I'm bluffin'?
Add a little Dan-O's and some hot sauce, that be bustin'
I'm a made man, I'm on my mob shit
Put that on everything, you don't want the squad bitch
With just a phone call I can get your family hit
Just when you think they're free (*knife slashes*) their necks are slit
See I'm the little homie in the Regal and I'm creepin'
Down your block with my lights off, what's this monster thinkin'?
Outside your crib the door is locked, I guess you must be sleepin'
Crept in your house, ski mask on, left your bodies leakin'
[Chorus: Bukshot]
You don't want them boys from The Mob up in your shit and that's on God
You don't want them weirdos and Lunes, not at all
One big clip, yeah, we The Mob
Pull up to your show and bust heads, it's nothin'
Show up at your record label where it's nothin'
Slap 'em Uncle Buk, say less, it's nothin'
Maybe I'll just stay home instead, it's nothin'
[Verse 3: Krawley]
Better get on your fuckin' knees and start prayin' (Start prayin')
Buk said it's mask time, you know what I'm sayin' (Yeah it's on, bitch)
'Cause it ain't nothin' to make you take your last breath (Last breath)
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, it's time to dance with death
I promise you don't want to test how loony we can get (We can get)
Go harder than your favorite rappers and that shit's legit
Luney Mo and The Squad, yeah, we will never quit (Never quit)
It's MOB for life, now let me give your neck a slit
One day you'll see me and Boogie rolling through your hood
Buk gave the call and the outcome for you ain't good
Body in the trunk, take you out into the woods
That you'll never leave but I bet you wish you fuckin' could
Yeah, I'm a weirdo, I might take your face off
Turn into Michael Myers then I fuckin' blast off
'Cause you should know, yeah, it's nothin' for a Lune (Nothing for a Lune)
To eighty-six a bitch and we'll be seein' y'all soon
[Chorus: Bukshot]
You don't want them boys from The Mob up in your shit and that's on God
You don't want them weirdos and Lunes, not at all
One big clip, yeah, we The Mob
Pull up to your show and bust heads, it's nothin'
Show up at your record label where it's nothin'
Slap 'em Uncle Buk, say less, it's nothin'
Maybe I'll just stay home instead, it's nothin'
[Outro: Bukshot]
It's nothin'
It's nothin'
