Orange Mound Lyrics

Orange Mound lyrics

Chorus x4  

 Orange mound nigga orange mound  

 Orange mound nigga then we gonna turn it out  

  

 Mafia is what I claim  

 O-D-P is where I dwell  

 M-town with a prophet mind  

 To make you will live in hell  

 Stickin' to my plan  

 Deep in evil land  

 paper chasin' money freaks  

 Make em' chrome  

 Move it watch my murder rate (quickly increase x2)  

 Teh god god is on my (??)  

 Like a (shadow master x2)  

 Beat through your windows  

 On the news I'm labelled child molester  

 But I'm just another orange mound nigga that you love to hate  

 Slowly risin' to the top and fuck what a nigga say  

 Niggas ain't shit but a nit from a monkey's dick  

 Slapin' on bananas with no peel bitch  

 Feel this  

 Mafia, picture from the mountain of doom  

 Causein' much distruction  

 Check your heart  

 Because it's (full of doom x2)  

 Hennesy will thinks??  

 For the once you love to (talk shit x2)  

 Dislocate your arm and make you do the bank head bounce bitch  

 By this N-Y-P  

 Never be flippin this record  

 Controllin' the end of the mally mally  

 When you hear it and feel what you playin'  

 You ain't nothin' but costly hoes  

 What you nine  

  

 Chorus x4  

  

 We comin'  

 We comin' to invade your motherfuckin' home  

 Can't nobody save you bitch because we know you all alone  

 Phone lines cut  

 You been a real or chump up with this click  

 Shouldn't of ran your mouth because your mouth gets you in trouble trick  

 Talkin' shit I would not recommend for you to do my nit  

 Prophet runnin' over suckas tryin' to get a fuckin' gig  

 What I say is real  

 You don't have to fear or feel me  

 When you cross you take a loss  

 That's when you have to deal with me  

 Callin' me but did ever before because you know we got to rise t-o-p  

 Quick to make my pocket fatter  

 And then I got to make a plan to abort my case  

 Prophet bitch are down because it's written all over your fuckin' face  

 I touch ya 4-4-4  

 Never test a lonesome child  

 O-N-P what I be throwin' throught the crowd buck wild  

 Let me get my porno clothes  

 And my point has just bee said  

 And I know your ass scared bitch  

 Cause piss runnin' down your (leg x3)  

  

 Chorus x4  

 Orange mound...till fade