[Verse 1: Boogie]
Hey yo, Bukshot, here's another track from the Lunes
Trigger finger itchin', my mag's loaded with them goons
Them clowns trippin' but they ain't name-droppin'
I watch they videos and laugh but I'm ready to get shit poppin'
I'm dyin' for the verse, you say my fuckin' name, dawg (My fuckin' name, dawg)
Cock the hammer back and slam it like I was playing Pogs
I'm on my grown man shit and you's a real-life poser
Your rap sheet is a joke and I'm asking a judge for disclosure
Before you grow some fuckin' balls and start some shit, kid
I'm at the top of my mobbin' and I can get your head
Talkin' all that shit about the set you rep
You've never met a real mobster, motherfucker don't make me call Pep
So why you claimin' to be a monster? I'm a beast, clown
Just name the time and the place, The Squad will come to town
I'll scalp your deadhead ass, eat your brains up like pasta
You pussies ain't got shit on real motherfuckin' mobsters
[Chorus: Boondox]
Hey Lunes! Show 'em where the fuck y'all from
With them Louisville Sluggers and The ProMag drums
These goons! Ain't worried where the fuck y'all from
Watch 'em all duck and cover when you show that gun
Let 'em move, bitch, 'cause they hop up out the cutty
With the boomstick, 'bout to get 'em all bloody
Yo Lune Squad! Make them hoes a memory
So they know that they fuckin' with The M-O-B
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Don't approach a killer in his prime
Hands stay dirty and not afraid to grind (Not afraid to grind)
Made a living pushing dope beats
That's a long way from selling dope on the streets (Dope on the streets)
Records filthy, still can't get it clean
You gotta understand, for me, The Mob is everything
Came from nothing, built it off of tears
Lost a lot of blood, been doin' this for years (Doin' this for years)
Can't count the wounds in my back
The scars on my chest always remind that
It's a dirty game but somebody gotta do it
It's a minefield here, walk right through it (Right through it)
Had my share of fails, never let it stop me (Stop me)
Big stick in my hand, move softly
Swing on anybody showin' disrespect
M-O-B shit is real! You're about to get checked
[Chorus: Boondox]
Hey Lunes! Show 'em where the fuck y'all from
With them Louisville Sluggers and The ProMag drums
These goons! Ain't worried where the fuck y'all from
Watch 'em all duck and cover when you show that gun
Let 'em move, bitch, 'cause they hop up out the cutty
With the boomstick, 'bout to get 'em all bloody
Yo Lune Squad! Make them hoes a memory
So they know that they fuckin' with The M-O-B
[Verse 3: Krawley]
One, two, three and to the four
The Lunes and The Boss are at your motherfuckin' door
And we stoppin' by 'cause we heard you talkin' shit, man (Shit, man)
Drop your ass fuckin' faster than some quicksand (Quicksand)
And we don't give a damn what all these bitches think
Call the cops, they find your head up in a kitchen sink
So just know when your ass gets to steppin'
It's a 187, bitch, you better call a reverend (Call a reverend)
This The Mob, Lunatics, and some real Gs
AK-47 bring a fuckboy to his knees
So go tell your boys The Squad's fuckin' coming
Some real mobsters, bitch, please start something (Please start somethin')
But you ain't worth fuckin' sayin' your name
You is 'bout as useless as the set you claim
And it ain't no games and it ain't no lies
When we find you, I'ma stick a rusted blade in your fuckin' eye
[Chorus: Boondox]
Hey Lunes! Show 'em where the fuck y'all from
With them Louisville Sluggers and The ProMag drums
These goons! Ain't worried where the fuck y'all from
Watch 'em all duck and cover when you show that gun
Let 'em move, bitch, 'cause they hop up out the cutty
With the boomstick, 'bout to get 'em all bloody
Yo Lune Squad! Make them hoes a memory
So they know that they fuckin' with The M-O-B
