[Featuring C-Bo, Celly Cel]



B-Legit:



Bitch I Got Beam Like Scotty



Leave You Spotty



When I Point This Aim At Your Brain



And Leave Them Hollow Thangs In Your Body



Lodi-dodi I Drinks Bacardi



Gets Dick Hard Drunk



When I'm Off That Skunk Punk



And You Don't Wanna Dance Tingo Tango



I Let My Left Right Mingle Mangle



To Your Jaw Southpaw



It Oughta Be A Law Against These Thangs I Throw



About To Lay Some Shit Down With Celly Cel And Bo



From The Garden Blocc



Hillside Got They Glock



Mack 10's



Mobb Shit'll Neva End



I'm Tryin' To Have It All



So I Ball 'till I'm Gold



Mobbin' Through A Sixty Usin' Cruise Control



C-Bo:



I'm F**kin' Wit That Click Nigga



That Big Nigga On The Block



With Glocks, Rag Tops



Cut Thangs On Them Gold Knocks



Better Watch Your Back 'cuz We Strapped With Teks



Push Up In A Blue Lex'



And Dump Caps To Your Neck



Mobb Shit



Bustaz All Die



Leather Trench



Brim And Two Nines



Costume Of A Killa



At Your Bed Side Holdin' On Two Millas



Uggh We Bust Them Teks Close Range



Livin' Estranged



Called Insane



'Cuz When It's On It's On Site No Matter Night Or Day



And You Can't F**k Wit These



Get Smothered With A Half A Key



Bitch



Celly Cel:



Give Me The Ball And I'ma Fill The Lane Like 'Fenney



Hardaway 'cuz I'm Out To Get Every Penny



Any Nigga Disrespectin' When I'm Checkin' For My Scrilla



I Know'm Stilla Wig Splittin' Killa Ain't No Realla



Nigga Realla Than Me



Mobbin' Through Your Hood And Takin' Heads



Sl