One Mob 2

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
They murdered Will, he was ill, he never killed nobody
But for my cousin was the first time I killed somebody
But wouldn't be the last time I melt somebody
This shit so real I could end up with a L probably
Kaz doin' life for us, he ain't never tell nobody
'Member summertime '02 callin' coke Pink Karate
Ten years prior '92 first time I seen a Thomas
Age 13 was a dream, I don't live with momma
D-spot 'fore they called it trap, everybody grimy
Jack & FedX we was next in the party shinin'
Influenced by the music now all my lil niggas climbin'
Murdered the connect and pushed dope on every nigga grindin'
Shots firin' on the Kingpins, eating cause they fat as (?)
I'm with the Lash King I better never see a diamond
Jesus & Regime it's the perfect timin'
KI & JA got your work (?)

[Verse 2: Blahk Jesus]

[Verse 3: KI]

[Verse 4: HD]
Always catch me with my vigilantes
Bringing back that white girl no (?)
Paint sparkle like (?) candy
You done went against the mob
Now you owe my family
It ain't about the money It's the principle
School of arts, Ice City was my principle
And 6-1 was my class room
High noons many moons made me lyrical
Whether physical or digital
Imma still check chicken either way it go
Hear no evil I don't see no
I'm a mute when it come to the 5-0
All this pain inside so I spit dope
In my cerebral these verses already wrote
Tell them hoes pushin' forward I don't never choke
Chewin' on paper no billy goat
Sold base rock candy no cameo
My video true niggas get a cameo
Never fully evolved from a animal
Eatin up tracks like Hannibal
No niggas with that brown sugar, no D'Angelo
I sip the cherry spin you like a merry-go
You wanna be a thug well there it goes
You wanna meet the plug well here he go

[Verse 5: Lil AJ]
One Mob Rest in Peace Jack & Syrup Kid
Lash money came a long way now we the niggs
I fuck with Joe Blow & Philthy Rich we locked in
When I'm at they shows, G-Lock stock with a ten
Rest in Peace Rob Ben still FT
Frost got it tatted on his hand, we still in the streets
Gaskill 500 I'm a money man
Posted on the block with them chops and we servin' knocks
We creep through and your ass get touched up
Double back thirty minutes later, yellow taped up
I fuck with real niggas that's gonna go for me
Frost & Regime can't forget the Slow Cook Team
We strapped daily, we ready for war bitch
Catch a nigga lackin' and we add him to the score list
We push packs on a (?) yea we bout that
(?) niggas how the 40cal clap