The Boss Mobster lyrics

by

Spice 1


Blaaw!

Verse 1:
n*gga who you think you f*ckin' with?
You ain't no killer I put slugs in n*ggas opposite leg to get my skrilla
Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your ass
Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces
Ain't no n*gga living alive that could vibe
And have me caught up in some bullsh*t I eat your ass up with the full clip
The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the Bay
Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip A.K. Blaaw!
n*ggas don't wanna f*ck with me
Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me
I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your ass to rest
You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest

You fail to realize the size you f*ckin' with a killer
Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5)

Hook:
Don't cry when me bleed ya, LR n*gga don't let me break you down (x3)

Verse 2:
Don't be f*ckin' with my emotions playa
Cause a n*gga will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you
I'd love to do you with this big ass tech to get motherf*ckin' respect
Woo-ha put your ass in check
Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your ass hangin' up off your
Back
So hold your motherf*ckin' nutsack I'm off the yack n*gga
Put your dead homey up in my seat
Open up the door and throw his ass out on the concrete
See you can't f*ck with a killer though
YOu catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you n*gga though
Keep it on your ass on the slundin' with the beenie
Keepin' you motherf*ckers two dollars short of a martinee
I'm a straight soldier motherf*ckin' player shotcaller boss baller
Poppin' muy f*ckin' collar hopin' you n*ggas is feelin' me cause I'm born
To die
Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why
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Verse 3:
Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez
Gotta get my uzi for n*ggas that got that love for me
Gotta pay my dues in this sh*t can't get the game for free
So at the age of 14 a motherf*cker was slangin' D
And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama
Readly for the motherf*ckin' drama
Seen this Cherokee they start shootin' this bike
Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherf*ckin' life
Got to bustin' apon they ass with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee
Harder to kill than your average motherf*ckin' G
Suprise n*ggas I got you c*cked up in sight
And Im hopin' I got your punk ass won't be makin' home tonight
You cryin' homie that on the reala n*gga you fail to realize the size
You f*ckin' with a killer

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