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