The Boss Mobster

Blaaw! Verse 1: Nigga who you think you f**kin' with? You ain't no killer I put slugs in niggas opposite leg to get my skrilla Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your a*s Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces Ain't no nigga living alive that could vibe And have me caught up in some bullshit I eat your a*s up with the full clip The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the bay Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip a.k. blaaw! Niggas don't wanna f**k with me Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your a*s to rest You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest You fail to realize the size you f**kin' with a killer Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5) Hook: Don't cry when me bleed ya, lr nigga don't let me break you down (x3) Verse 2: Don't be f**kin' with my emotions playa Cause a nigga will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you I'd love to do you with this big a*s tech to get motherf**kin' respect Woo-ha put your a*s in check Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your a*s hangin' up off your Back So hold your motherf**kin' nutsack I'm off the yack nigga Put your dead homey up in my seat Open up the door and throw his a*s out on the concrete See you can't f**k with a killer though You catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you nigga though Keep it on your a*s on the slundin' with the beenie Keepin' you motherf**kers two dollars short of a martinee I'm a straight soldier motherf**kin' player shotcaller boss baller Poppin' muy f**kin' collar hopin' you niggas is feelin' me cause I'm born To die Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why Hook: Verse 3: Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez Gotta get my uzi for niggas that got that love for me Gotta pay my dues in this shit can't get the game for free So at the age of 14 a motherf**ker was slangin' d And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama Readly for the motherf**kin' drama Seen this cherokee they start shootin' this bike Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherf**kin' life Got to bustin' apon they a*s with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee Harder to kill than your average motherf**kin' g Suprise niggas I got you cocked up in sight And I'm hopin' I got your punk a*s won't be makin' home tonight You cryin' homie that on the reala nigga you fail to realize the size You f**kin' with a killer Hook