Pistols Blazin Lyrics

Pistols Blazin lyrics

[Featuring Yukmouth, Dru Down, Swoop G, Cydal]
Ha, ha.
Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get
out my face. Check it.
Mobb shit bitch.
Lynch Mobb mane.
Eh, eh. The
Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up the heat
man
Dig it the M.O.B. baby.
I'm so hurt!!
Fa sheezy.
Fa
sheez.
Verse 1 *(Bart)*
I fold the cash then I
hit away
juss a thug
fo the money, no love
hit 'em up wit the blast
put him in a bag, an wrap
him....
up.
Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
It's all business
so when
the picture come bouncin off yo head
don't take it personal
money makin
needs no rehearsin
no nigga
will come wit disrespect an leave wit they
head on they shoulders.
Verse 3 *(Bart)*
Mobb
killaz connected from
block to block
re-caulk the glock
reset the
dot
heatas
Beamers
repeat from Turf achievers.
Verse 4 *(T-Luni of
Cydal)*
We take action verses talk is cheap
you gonna believe us
time
to floss wit me
cut off the weak
you won't decieve us
let us
mechandise an murderise
any an all
many will fall.
Verse 5
*(Bart)*
It's juss an
O.G. call
made from the B
when I step up, I
bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep
I gets to blastin ass
dip they
bodies in the bag
I hope I
get to lastin in this game of cash.
Verse 6
*(T-Luni of Cydal)*
It's paraphanalia
not parinoid
you fuckin wit a
pair of boys
that'll pump yo body full of lead
an watch it swell up like
we got no conscience.
Verse 7 *(Bart)*
Cuz it ain't no spraya like the
one I got
claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock
surround yo weave
head
fuckin wit the weave head
get left wit p head
I bet ya violent
click
talkin all that lip
when you was wit my click an get shit.
Verse
8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
Head split an ass kicked in
chin shattered
an
nobody could recognize you when they found ya
an they still don't know who
downed ya.
Verse 9 *(Bart)*
This shit is deeper than you think
wit a
straight face
lay down an come up off them cavy case
slow down
better
pump yo brakes
don't know my click from a can of paint
these niggaz won't
last
when I
buck one in that ass
an hit the gate
I seen two more
escape.
Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier
niggas
an it's amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas
when
pistols blazin.
Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*
Cashin 'em
like fresh over
fresh
I'm in the Benz
massagin a bitches my rivalry
rushed out to get
some ends
build the twins
nigga I love them bitch half Benz
strugglin
off that gin
hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
but they
foot
soliders
not swangin like a Nova
plus them niggaz ain't tight
to make
a right an pull my 600 over
juss as I left I looked to the corner of my
eye
that it's them same niggaz that bucked at me
but it wasn't my time to
die
ah
pull out my thang
hit 'em in the back
whatever remained
so
the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
an swang
yellin
Mobb, clouded wit Age
for the nigga I said
"I didn't love yo punk
ass
an plus I'm tired of the pain"
like Cameo this shit is strange
a
nigga doin a dude
to get his whole neck an head rearranged
Mobb members,
make niggaz think about what they doin
watch what you pursuin
fuck around
an get yo whole career ruined.
*(Chorus)* x1
Verse 11
*(Yukmouth)*
Listen
uh
little boys an girls listen to me
it is I
that you see
gettin high niggas be
gettin by on these streets
do or
die on these streets
hit 'em high meet defeat
wit 'em tied across the
feet
niggaz lie beneath the creek
many try but don't eat
much
food
unless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a Lex
FUCK
SCHOOL
let's jet
live an direct
the Yay Area, they carry a
4-5 an a
Tech
when they bury ya they pissin on the side of you grave
no witnesses
but a buckshot from inside of the gage
an niggas be gettin pepper sprayed
up
handcuffed an made to lay down
circumstances
to skanless,
manless
to slang a gang
strapped down
my shit be fully greased
up
hits the mutha fuckin streets up
cuz niggas ain't takin no beat
ups
they re-up wit the heatas
leaders of the new school
but we don't
bust a rhyme
we bust a nine
mutha fuckas find
nine's under the bridge
in the Pacific Tunnel
Mobb material
scratch off the serial
number
fuckin balistic so
roll to the riches
fuck hoes, bitches, an
sluts
bubblicious Yuk
booku bucks
my niggaz will shoot you
up.
*(Chorus)* x2
Verse 12 *(Swoop G)*
Now what these niggaz tryin to
do?
Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?
If not I sugguest
you get the fuck up out the West
when it come to gun play
there's no
contest
I leave you wit two holes
one in yo dome
one in yo chest
an
Elliot Ness
he wouldn't have made it on the West
and yes
I know you
mutha fuckas heard about us
cuz we was all on the news
fo Mobb-Style
murders
I crack a fool on top of his head
wit a strap
told his bitch
to come over here
she sat on my lap
man this Mobb shit
ain't never
been no joke
you headed straight for the pen
or you end up
smoked
that's why I keep a heater
on my passengers seat
an I'm Mobb
Affiliated
uh, uh
I know you hate it
I rather be caught
with my
heater
then wit out my heater
it's juss a misdemenor.
Verse 13
*(Eclipse)*
I'm crackin backs like a chiropractor
come see a Cydal
factor
get off yo block when rifles splatter
come across wit a rival
chapter
don't be afraid to be blastin
an don't know nothin bout
lastin
an if he flashin
we gassin him
an leavin his ass in a
wagon
the last dragon
we smashin
imagine missin in action
I hit his
ass for his cabbage
an dissapeared like Aladdin
an trappin his ass inside
a mutha fuckin cave
niggas that came wit the pistols
I got missles and
hand grenades
an some troopers wit bazookaz
ready to shoot you
do you
in
crushin boulders wit soldiers
cook it an make it pure again
it's yo
friend the Prince Of Darkness
whenever the dark hits
I feel my heart
get
to beatin an you bustas be my target
PM it's cold
heart.
*(Chorus)* x2
Verse 14 *(Dru Down)*
We use no parinoia
or
dedication to our paper it's so deep
the paraphanalia to the Mobb
love to
creep
our elevations is racin
up to the top
non-stop
wit a caulked
back glock
then hop
into some cut
to then nigga skirt-skirt
you
notice I juss do some dirt
I puttin in work
I hit them were it
hurt
crack yo spine time
instead of hittin 'em wit my
nine
I'm
strictly wit this hit Mobb shit
Bitch!
Recognize
what a
mutha fucka do is steal
right between your eyes
the nigga was dead before
he died
I slide
to the next scene
to the next route
I'm speakin on
what I juss did at the head quarters
an to my Mobb soldiers
no one can
fold us
readin the weakness like some Black Jack
if niggas can't handle
it
they get stomped from that Mobb attack
an if you come back from that
stompin
lay low
got 'em
hard-headed niggas will get they head put on
fire.
Verse 15 *(Ager Man)*
It's A-G-E once again
pullin you niggas
hoe cards
strapped for them niggas that frontin like bitches
tryin to act
hard
it ain't nothin but the mutha fuckin Mobb in me
I went from sellin
coke on the block
to doin robberies
to 'luffin yo ass
stuffin yo
ass
up in a trunk punk
caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like
T-Funk
too soon for 'em
shoulda had a tomb for 'em
non-ass solider
niggas
there'd be no room for 'em
when Pistols Blazin.