Mo City Mo City, I got love for you I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself I'm waging war against nothing, and I would need to check myself Round here, everybody got a murder weapon Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57 If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man So I've got no reason to fear it, I'll drop it where it stand Won't even say I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions All I know, I begin and complete my mission You got a problem with me, address it Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if Rother gon' get the message I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook] I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** ***** stop playing with me, stop playing with me I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** ****-****-****-****-**** People wanna kick it with me, but I choose to be alone Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own That's including me, I'm not gon' invite you in my home You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome West Few Quay to the South Post, loc Dead End This is an area you can get your bread in, or come up dead in Your ghetto, ain't no different from mine But this the one I ride or die for at the proper time, better respect my mind Respect my mind, cause I'll kill you ***** Like I don't see you, in my rearview ***** I wish you would, try to play me like I'm soft Watch me throw this ***** in park, hop out and knock your god damn head off Ain't no calling 911, and that emergency I'm calling Mike Newsome and Grey-D, if too many cowards trying to murder me But if it's my time, I guess I ran out of my luck I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook] Ridegmont, Ridgegate, Ride Gate, Provilla Chasewood, Hunters Glenn y'all are all my ****** Southwest, Cross and Quill Valley, Quillrun Fresno and Arcola, plus the Dub we all one Hiram-Clarke, South Park, Sunnyside and the Third 4th Ward, 5th Ward, Trinity Garden ya heard Hell yeah, Houston Teaxs we hot If I forgot your hood blame it on the **** man, that's why I forgot I'm at the shooting range, jacking like I'm busting my beat To me it ain't no difference, between the shooting range and the streets Do you while you with your people, like I caught you alone You about to make history, but your people gon' make it home I'd rather be a lover, not a fighter Instead of picking up a gun, I'd rather pick up a blunt and a lighter But it is what it is, y'all already know what's up I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
Mo City Mo City, I got love for you I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself I'm waging war against nothing, and I would need to check myself Round here, everybody got a murder weapon Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57 If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man So I've got no reason to fear it, I'll drop it where it stand Won't even say I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions All I know, I begin and complete my mission You got a problem with me, address it Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if Rother gon' get the message I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook] I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** ***** stop playing with me, stop playing with me I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** ****-****-****-****-**** People wanna kick it with me, but I choose to be alone Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own That's including me, I'm not gon' invite you in my home You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome West Few Quay to the South Post, loc Dead End This is an area you can get your bread in, or come up dead in Your ghetto, ain't no different from mine But this the one I ride or die for at the proper time, better respect my mind Respect my mind, cause I'll kill you ***** Like I don't see you, in my rearview ***** I wish you would, try to play me like I'm soft Watch me throw this ***** in park, hop out and knock your god damn head off Ain't no calling 911, and that emergency I'm calling Mike Newsome and Grey-D, if too many cowards trying to murder me But if it's my time, I guess I ran out of my luck I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook] Ridegmont, Ridgegate, Ride Gate, Provilla Chasewood, Hunters Glenn y'all are all my ****** Southwest, Cross and Quill Valley, Quillrun Fresno and Arcola, plus the Dub we all one Hiram-Clarke, South Park, Sunnyside and the Third 4th Ward, 5th Ward, Trinity Garden ya heard Hell yeah, Houston Teaxs we hot If I forgot your hood blame it on the **** man, that's why I forgot I'm at the shooting range, jacking like I'm busting my beat To me it ain't no difference, between the shooting range and the streets Do you while you with your people, like I caught you alone You about to make history, but your people gon' make it home I'd rather be a lover, not a fighter Instead of picking up a gun, I'd rather pick up a blunt and a lighter But it is what it is, y'all already know what's up I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
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