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Aww yea
Mob ties shit
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[Verse 1: K.O. Mason]
Look
I'm ambidextrous with the hustle it's all muscle
Twelve call me traffic and where the glizzy, that's trappers trouble
I'm still high as hell, sittin' got me seein' double
That bail high, momma cryin' I left her face with puddles
I cleared the fake up out my lane, I left 'em in the gutter
I got 'em sayin' I'm gon' change for a fuckin' dollar
They ain't want put me in the game 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem
These niggas sweet like I'm taking candy from fuckin' toddlers
Labeled us as crabs in the bucket 'cause we come from the bottom
Smokers knockin' at the trap, nigga screamin' "I got 'em"
These streets gon' traumatize you, from that [?] hollow
Now chillin' in the villa with a gold bottle
Shawty drippin' out the pool, I'm with a cold model
I can't forget 'bout Aunty Ira, she outta the [?]
I rap a lot and got mob ties, this shit in order
Trust the process, know the vibes, they feelin' my aura
Gang
[Chorus: Allday 247]
Catch me on the East Side, that's where all my G's ride
Show you what it be like, show you what it see like
Catch me on the West Side, that's where all the best ride
Bullet proof vest [?], tattoos on my chest right
Catch me on the North Side, pocket got a .45
Promise we can [?] fine, gunners on the porch right
Catch me on the South side, knowin' we're the [?] guys
Mix it all together baby, yea we got them mob ties
Yea yea yea yea
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea we got them mob ties
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[Verse 2: Greezy E]
Touchin' down in Palm Beach, [?]
Everything in our reach, that's the for damn [?]
Strap me with that pistol, got me feelin' like Greezy Pete
Anybody want it, they can get it by any means
Different zip code, same G code
I been in my mode since I glew up in my glow
Secrets never told, so them stories never wrote
Greezy never fold, I done failed, I done rose
Realest nigga in it, most of these niggas some bitches
Never in my feelings boy, greezy from the trenches
Hangin' out with crim'nals, every one done been convicted
Quit the [?] witness, we ain't really into snitchin'
Bended corners and box chevy's and 64s
We ain't really into stuntin', no we gettin' dope
Nice smile, chocolate nigga I can pick a ho
Any where I go, eeny meeny miny moe
[Chorus: Allday 247]
Catch me on the East Side, that's where all my G's ride
Show you what it be like, show you what it see like
Catch me on the West Side, that's where all the best ride
Bullet proof vest [?], tattoos on my chest right
Catch me on the North Side, pocket got a .45
Promise we can [?] fine, gunners on the porch right
Catch me on the South side, knowin' we're the [?] guys
Mix it all together baby, yea we got them mob ties
Yea yea yea yea
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea we got them mob ties
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
[Verse 3: Almighty Jay]
All these niggas claim they mob ties, but they ain't havin' ties for real
I was born in this shit, that's way before I signed a deal
He say he gon' do what to who? Come on boy, let's be for real
You told your partner I'm a bitch, oh that's really how you feel? (yea)
You can catch me on the North Side right off Liberty road
I'm with Biggie, Ken, Junior, Jazz, who want some smoke?
I put fifty pointers in my ear just look at my lobe
He don't like it that I get respect all over the globe
Went to New York, niggas took a chain
I admit that shit was lame
Went and shot a video with that shit, tryna get some fame
Right place at the wrong time, but fuck it, I'm the one to blame
One of me, twenty niggas with bottles and a fuckin' blade
You gon' get yo brain cracked, right there by the train tracks
I was somewhere on a jet, right there where the planes at
Niggas yellin' "Suck my dick", y'all gangster, aight stay fast
Since y'all niggas so gangster, why the fuck y'all give that chain back
For real
[Chorus: Allday 247]
Catch me on the East Side, that's where all my G's ride
Show you what it be like, show you what it see like
Catch me on the West Side, that's where all the best ride
Bullet proof vest [?], tattoos on my chest right
Catch me on the North Side, pocket got a .45
Promise we can [?] fine, gunners on the porch right
Catch me on the South side, knowin' we're the [?] guys
Mix it all together baby, yea we got them mob ties
Yea yea yea yea
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea we got them mob ties
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
[Outro: Allday 247]
Yea we got them mob ties
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Yea we got them mob ties
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Mob ties
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