mass
Lyrics
hook
bmore state of mind we all huslitin on the grind
cuz we got that money on our mind
mind on our money niggaz die b4 they 20
but when times gettin ugly got ur guns to the sky
where u from B.M.O.R.E. bmore nigga
where u from B.M.O.R.E. bmore nigga
verse 1
im from that murdaland the charm city
the harm city where we born gritty niggaz will murder they man
just to purchase a gram them burners go blam
and swerve in a van yea i know u heard of the sayin
the belly of the beast, yea we livin in the belly of the beast
and the beast got indegestion
niggas is THORWIN UP the sets and the streets that they be reppin
so if u got beef nigga bring the smif n wesson
yo my mic is life i use it tryna get thru
to the kids that might die b4 they know wut life is like
and u can save ya forest gump chump dreams
cuz the shit aint sweet bitch keep ya box of choclates
slugs will harm ya, city of villins
i got a 9milli chillin in the glove compartment
mossberg in the trunk, but niggas dont pack guns cuz niggas is killas
niggas pack guns cuz niggas is killas
and beef is like aids
man u fuck around down here and aint strapped boy u gone get it
better watch yaself when u pokin in them broads
cuz they burn so much they set smoke detectors off
fuck a vest that aint stoppin the back stabbers
niggas will dap ya then u turn around they hit u wit daggers
i seen it, niggas boys bleedin and hes dead hes leakin over him
i cant lean on shoulders when im steady peakin over em
hook
verse 2 - T. Sosa
yo ever since an adolesence, i was taught rules
then i had to add the lessons, i was too cool
then i had to find my weapon, movin thru skool
outside guns on both sides just like the westerns
push rocks id rather get u stoned
u play the block id rather get u stoned
ya chicks fat id rather get the dome, ya guns black
id rather keep the chrome we got uzis u dont go past nines like telephones
see i been real all my life and i aint hafta hustle
my pops said how u rap and never seen the struggle
i thought about it like nope ive never seen the struggle
my mother died so now im goin thru my struggle
i laff at lil niggaz when they lie and say they hustle
like they dont see they self walkin right into sum trouble
and 1/2 of em be rats, and they say the push weight
but i dont see no muscles after the fact
im from the town where we hated the most
incredible flows call me incredible sos
i hate a snitchin nigga that send the cops to get ya
and now u takin charges like pippen and fisher
u gotta keep ya cool, u gotta pop ya tool
no matter wut always play the game behind the rules
and always pop ya tools, cuz our city is too tuff
think about it even Tupac had to move
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verse 3
they say we kinda country hell nah yall
not baltimore we small but nore like a counrty
got our own cultures and our own way of thinkin
and our own way of dressin and our own way of speakin
hard place niggas carry that glock pound
slangin the rob bass cuz fiends want they rocks right now
popped shots ready or not
and fiends be so high they cop if its ready or not
the semi is cocked 18 shots the glock holds
niggas think they street they get filled with pot holes
niggaz is thugs, we pop shots till ya arms fall off
u still talk shit we shoot at the nub
dont know nuthin bout it shut ya mouth and just be on ya way
ans we can spot an outta towner from about a mile away
take sum fuckin advice dont get punched in the gut
youll cough up a lung its bmore son aint nuthin nice