Intro:
Blow, blow
Check a real
Nigga out though
Joe Blow's Verse:
I think back when I ain't had a pot to piss in, now they
Saying Jack Mic I guess I'm Scottie Pippen, getting rap
Checks selling dope and steady pimping, broke niggas
So funny to me Eddie Griffin, got a brick of lean but I ain't
Sellin' em' sicker, feds found out everything from niggas telling
They're bitches, getting round ole' anybody telling there business
But if they ever catch me I ain't tellin' them singing, Feel like I'm
Malcom X I got a hell of a vision, but it's hard living when my niggas
Dead or in prison and I ain't perfect either so I always ask for
Forgivness, cause if I ever catch this nigga then I'm smacking his
Children, I don't just rap without living that's how we do in the bay
I'll send my niggas out in London to hit you with the k, you fucking suckers Niggers shooting at you every day, it's the Mob we really moving this weight
Big Simz's Chorus:
I'm talking bout dem dem dem cold
Nights these estates, they're talking bout a
Life that really isn't theirs ain't
No question, we Mob Figgas
Cause down south
We rob niggas, guns
High evade from me
Young g's move weight
For me, wait for me, just tell
Em' we don't play and know that
We do this every day, from London to the Bay
Fee Fee's Verse:
Don't talk about that life you've never seen, 32 sweets in the magazine it's no Dream, people lost people so they want to pop people, living in London we gripping guns
And it's not legal, some little niggas no haircuts, they don't care much, his t-shirt Never Ironed, but his white tee got the iron, you get flashy for the bitches, we Just see you and get violent, get money look bummy and keep a crop full of ounces
Smoking on a foul zip, I need my mansjid and my prayers, all my people dead or doing Mad years but that's life round here, yo these niggas queer, I ride out to The Jacka In a stolen whip listening to them ganstas and them hustlers and we're shooting at
Them gangstas and them hustlers, fuck them bastards, if you fuck with Mill your whole Circle will get touched up, from the Bay to London you know it's filled up with cameras But still broad day we lock them roads off with them cannons
Chorus:
I'm talking bout dem dem dem cold
Nights these estates, they're talking bout a
Life that really isn't theirs ain't
No question, we Mob Figgas
Cause down south
We rob niggas, guns
High evade from me
Young g's move weight
For me, wait for me, just tell
Em' we don't play and know that
We do this every day, from London to the Bay
Ill Mill's Verse:
It's me Mill talk of the south, run upon a nigga put the gun up in his mouth, leave all His brains on the floor then I'm out and I do this for my niggas in the heart of the south West part danger zone, big bearded niggas and they're blazing the chrome, all about the money When we're touching the roads and we're driving them cars that the feds can't catch, money on The endz so we bring that back, double up the p's cause my p's my stack, it's major motion picture movie Shit when I bounce on the track, I do this for my niggas sitting down in the trap, metal on my waist With a house full of cats, p's near my balls and a hand full of wraps and we can't go sleep
Because the feds might raid it's bait, it's ghetto life I'm tryna tell you people die,I'm selling drugs, I'm on the Roads I'm tryna live I try, I'm in this game for the p's, certified roll with a team that will squeeze Roll on your endz anytime that it's beef, and I will jump out in the middle of streets like, like
We fuck with the Bay run upon a nigga like pass that yay, run upon a nigga like pass that cake, run upon a nigga and
Blast that gage (2X)
Chorus: (2X)
I'm talking bout dem dem dem cold
Nights these estates, they're talking bout a
Life that really isn't theirs ain't
No question, we Mob Figgas
Cause down south
We rob niggas, guns
High evade from me
Young g's move weight
For me, wait for me, just tell
Em' we don't play and know that
We do this every day, from London to the Bay
