Текст песни Mob Shit - Joe Kerr
You
talking
to
me?
You
talking
to
me?
At
This
is
Tony
Linguine
Gambini
Yeah
look
I
am
making
boss
moves
Feeling
like
I'm
Tony
soprano
Creeping
at
you
from
the
passenger
Unloading
my
ammo,
homie
And
you
ain't
bout
to
see
me
Cuz
I
showed
up
in
camo
Emotionally
damaged
Feel
like
I
got
so
much
to
handle
People
depending
on
me
Getting
money
I
bet
you
salty
Got
that
weapon
on
me
Putting
metal
right
through
your
Edward
Hardy
My
friends
just
called
me
and
told
me
about
a
lick
But
I
am
steady
mobbing
So
I'ma
go
about
it
legit
Spend
a
week
outside
your
house
Straight
stocking
around
your
shit
Soon
as
you
go
to
work
I'll
be
crawling
inside
that
bitch
Flipping
over
couches
and
carpets
to
find
your
shit
Use
some
caution
before
I
put
you
in
coffins
You
might
get
hit,
on
some
mob
shit
Master
P
the
last
Don
shit
Still
ride
with
the
squad
shit
This
ain't
what
you
want
kid
Swear
to
God
I
might
just
pop
your
shit
Over
dinner
while
I
finish
my
lobster
bisque
On
some
Mobbin
shit
uh
If
you
think
you
bout
to
move
then
don't
I
keep
telling
these
little
bitches
Listen
this
ain't
what
you
want
And
if
this
is
the
realist
shit
I
wrote
I'll
say
it
with
my
last
breath
They
bout
to
write
my
name
in
stone
I'm
on
that
mob
shit
I'm
on
that
mob
shit
And
if
this
is
the
realist
shit
I
wrote
I'll
say
it
with
my
last
breath
They
bout
to
write
my
name
in
stone
I'm
on
that
mob
shit
How
I
grew
up
was
always
family
first
So
if
you
fuck
with
me
I'll
shoot
your
family
first
When
I
show
up
20
deep
do
you
think
how
can
this
be
worse
Know
you
trying
to
take
my
spot
I
guess
your
plan
didn't
work
(That
shit
ain't
working
dog)
So
why
the
fuck
you
trying
to
be
in
my
business
My
products
got
you
numb
like
when
you
leave
from
the
dentist
And
bet
the
charges
never
stick
if
I
don't
leave
any
witness
Keep
on
watching
my
operation
and
you
gone
sleep
with
the
fishes
Know
what
I'm
packing?
It's
the
fire
from
dragons
Got
a
license
to
kill
I'm
a
hired
assassin
What
are
you
wearing
a
wire?
Then
why
is
you
asking
Making
money
I
got
your
whole
entire
life
in
my
mattress
I
like
the
static
I'm
causing
Got
you
having
convulsions
Obsessive
compulsive
Like
fuck
all
the
feds
and
informants
There
ain't
no
way
you
bout
to
bother
me
lately
I
swear
to
god
my
life
got
directed
by
Martin
Scorsese
I'm
on
that
mob
shit
If
you
think
you
bout
to
move
then
don't
I
keep
telling
these
little
bitches
Listen
this
ain't
what
you
want
And
if
this
is
the
realist
shit
I
wrote
I'll
say
it
with
my
last
breath
They
bout
to
write
my
name
in
stone
I'm
on
that
mob
shit
I'm
on
that
mob
shit
And
if
this
is
the
realist
shit
I
wrote
I'll
say
it
with
my
last
breath
They
bout
to
write
my
name
in
stone
I'm
on
that
mob
shit
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