featuring 151 Mob Figgas
And we be blastin smashin for the loot
I empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe
Ain't no half steppin it's West Coast til I die
Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4 5
With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck the funkity five big business and expeditions
If I die when I ride don't leave shit to them bitches
I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear I'll ride
til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest
I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin
Snatchin up money bags in organised crime fashion
Mafioso's mashin, the homicides is askin:
"Who did thew blastin? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin?"
Ridin with no maskets, jobs can't be soppy
Grippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue
Now I'm a savage young nigga witta chopper
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up
???? sip to Cosby, out the game everytime
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's straight
Savage's up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly
Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty
Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma
We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin it slide
Chorus:
For all you punks that never heard of these
And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas
We ridin til we die
Ain't lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5's, ridin til we die
*repeat*
???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy
Fuckin with my 'fetti, we mobbin three-deep in Chevy
