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Ayo, this ya boy kg,soul one,skills,king..whateva jus dont get on ya knees about it...chek it,reppen 705 soldjaz,chek dat out..
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,128
Peak in subgenre #183
Author
Kg Tha Kid
Rights
KG prodocz
Uploaded
October 24, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
-MOB TAKEOVER-
(verse 1)-Capital P-
Fuck a hoe who dont swallow
Fuck a hoe who dont have dough
Born and raise in the streetz
When cap and kg spit.ish all heatz
Everyday its the same strugle
Homies diein with no survival
Blue bandana nothin else
My statements are never false
In the halley we play for money
Roll up a snake eye,you see them bitch stick to me like honey
I only gotta you serve once like a tennis player
Always throwin ace since bein a beginner
Not involved in the black market
But the respect i earned is enough for my prospect
Throw a hit at me,youll get my fist double up
Now that we got the street locked up
Shit hasnt change,still workin at a minimum wage
rap on the stage at my young age
so i earn money to make grocery
ive been finger-printed,i got files bigger then F.B.I
can i,could i survive if i live in the lie
maybe would i be rich
if i wouldnt done pen cuz allthose snitch
im a poetic killer,sip me like a blunt filler
i leave my initial stamps in your lungs till u breath harder
your in a critical position,i put another obstical
always loyal to the game,but when it comes to beef im not sentimental
the king and the don on the same mic same beat
shit we dont have bling and we already meltin ice with our lyrical heat
if your a bitch makin a livin
come and holla and ill show u real pimpin
livin the mafiosos life with no remorse
never wear a vest to protect my chest like them horse
this aint a cavalry combat,but a mortal situation
no declaration,
we fraudin the country cuz now youn teens looks at us as an inspiration
i fuck all them haters,fake hustlers
the one actin like ‘quarterback’ player but they cant ‘steal-her’
i switch lane
sniff cocaine
bring the pain
damn i make these hoes disapear like david blaine
not ahsame of what ive done or ppl ive aimed
but now its time to lay low
cuz i did more underground buizness then donnie brasco
(verse 2)-soul 1-
ya i be that italian nigga attitude kinda dark
dirty muthafucka ready to rip apart ya heart
pass this nigga the myke back-off screamin*WHOA*
paycheks blown on sluts crampin my style fo a *BLOW*
oregano qualy-modified style born always high
sellin greens to push dough,family members asken why
a nigga cries gangster tears only because of his mistakes
i been threw a hand of mc's,got no time fo fucken fakes
i break and shake any bitch who hates to date a great to say
a true pusha with faith i create a similar trate to make
a new lifestyle,new look,new begining its *soul one*
u can swallow ma dick shut up ,cop dat and *fold one*
superman got shit,i was born twisted in *KRYPTONITE*
all you hoes can suck a dick b4 grippen ma *SHIT-TONIGHT*
im getten all kisses tonight knowen my money stay stacken
chek up on ma hoes and remind the sluts to *stop slacken*
whos cracken,knuckles i buckle any chump wit low skeems
i live dreams,my street teams were born to create screams
u playen with death if you doubtin to pay me back * FAGGOT*
i send ya body to the gravedigger and watch him *TOE-TAG-IT*
u layen in caskets now flower baskets pass by ya eyes
layen before the priest at this moment you must decide
whos riden~SOUL ONE~new era ,spitten on BITCHES*
controllen and throne holden ,raised to give a homo *STITCHES*
