M.O.B.

[Intro: Freddie Foxxx]
Feel this
Ugh, yeah, what?

[Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx]
I'm livin' in hell, while all these niggas got stories to tell
I be blastin' on these bitch niggas, servin' them well
And the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
Body tatted, hair matted, sellin' Ki's if you fuck wit these
Law breakin' niggas screaming, fuck the police
We gon' ball fo' that lil' nigga shit, what the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots and forty-five wit nickel plates
Findin' niggas dead, now bring'em home, I can't wait
If niggas is real, then they ain't scared to spit it
All that job-ownin' shit, fuck you, I ain't wit' it
'Cause, when I say jump, niggas say "how high?"
Or I stab you in ya fuckin' eye, now let's get busy nigga! (Ugh!)

[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
Y'all niggas, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggas, in the house feel alive tonight? (Feel alive!)
We get Money Over Bitches, we ain't scared to die (We ain't scared of shit)
Live and die by the code, there's no reasons why (Ugh! What!?)
Y'all niggas, wanna ride tonight? (Wanna ride tonight?)
How many niggas, in the house feel alive tonight? (Feel alive tonight?)
We get Money Over Bitches, we ain't scared to die (We ain't scared of shit)
Live and die by the code, there's no reason why (What!? Ugh!)

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Keep it comin'
These niggas get done in on any run in
I smirk then jerk on the trigger, puttin' in work
Then pass it off to my little man like he blast it off
Beyond that, you nibble on the barrel of [?]Homat
Criminal, general, wit buck forty five cap
Endin' ya whole style, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit
So [?] buckin' shit, you don't know who you fuckin' wit
Y'all spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolie
Slap shots like a goalie, the forty Glock like steel
Sold enough shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop

[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
Y'all niggas, wanna ride tonight? (Wanna ride tonight?)
How many niggas, in the house feel alive tonight? (Feel alive tonight?)
We get Money Over Bitches, we ain't scared to die (We ain't scared of shit)
Live and die by the code, there's no reasons why (Nigga What!?)
Y'all niggas, wanna ride tonight? (Wanna ride tonight?)
How many niggas, in the house feel alive tonight? (Feel alive tonight?)
We get Money Over Bitches, we ain't scared to die (We ain't scared of shit)
Live and die by the code, there's no reasons why

[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]
Some niggas, carry toast, but they scared to bust
And I be lookin' through yo' ass like you plexiglass
So I send my pretty bitch swingin' tits and ass
Pearl handle on her burner and she blastin' fast
A lot of niggas know my rep but it don't mean shit
Until you witness for yourself just how live it get
And I never let no rhymin' ass bitch share a mic wit me
Until I see yo' versatility, you get the fuckin' picture
I swear by everything I spit in my rhyme
It's only hollow points I spit out my nine
Guerilla niggas on the block, when I'm passin' through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
And if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen
I'd be the last nigga rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin'

[Verse 4: Hussein Fatal]
Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
Smellin' they own shit, when I rip the Beretta slow
The nine milli fake thug niggas that's gettin' silly
Blowin'em to show 'em, 'cause my dogs don't know'em
I don't give a fuck, how small, big and tall
Come and get me, and I talk on how I slid you off
Attack addicts, spray at-matics relentless
And the toughest on ya squad, can't rob and bizniss
I don't know what these niggas, be thinkin' when they see me
Niggas call me whodini, blast and poof like a genie
I sack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks
Y'all niggas is jumpin' jacks, and bluffin' on wax
Thinkin' you can clown me, meet me and my little town
We lost niggas, fo life, out here they can't drown me
I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
To tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck

[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
Y'all niggas, wanna ride tonight? (Wanna ride tonight?)
How many niggas, in the house feel alive tonight? (Feel alive tonight?)
We get Money Over Bitches, we ain't scared to die (We ain't scared nigga)
Live and die by the code, there's no reasons why (Ain't no reasons why)
Y'all niggas, wanna ride tonight? (Wanna ride tonight?)
How many niggas, in the house feel alive tonight? (Feel alive tonight?)
We get Money Over Bitches, we ain't scared to die (We ain't scared of shit)
Live and die by the code, there's no reasons why

[Outro: Freddie Foxxx]
M.O.B. Nigga!
Muthafuckin' M.O.B and you ain't seen shit yet nigga
What!?