MOB MUSIC, PT. 2

Ayy Woke up feeling free reborn Hell hath no fury like a real one scorned Consider this here a free warning You pussies threatened by the buzz, killer bees swarming Already told you I ain't playin' wit' you, bitch This ain't never been a game to me, bitch (And it still ain't, bitch) I ain't even hearin' what you sayin' to me, bitch 'Cause I'm deaf to the lame shit, bitch (And I still can't, bitch) Why he always angry? He always mad Why he always mixin' rock 'n' roll with some rap Why you always playin' me? I gotta ask Are you really ready for Goliath and the wrath? Hold up, talk yo' shit You the reason hip-hop won't be missed But this ain't rap music This that real mob music Hold up, talk yo' shit You the reason rock and roll won't be missed But this ain't rock music This that real mob music Ayy, woke up quick at about noon Just thinkin' 'bout how I'ma need security soon Because them watchful eyes keepin' tabs on what I do They both green with envy and look a lot like you The one that never made it The one that's always fakin' See, I am nothin' like you (Not a goddamn thing) You must have me mistaken I don't think there will be anymore Like this so when we are through just be Quiet and start facing the truth You could never do the shit we do, bitch Hold up, talk yo' shit You the reason hip-hop won't be missed But this ain't rap music This that real mob music Hold up, talk yo' shit You the reason rock and roll won't be missed But this ain't rock music This that real mob music Huh, yeah, yo If I ever tell a lie, God, strike me deader Are you ready for the high and the hella heavy? Inviting a little fighting, yeah You might die, but the vibe gon' live forever (Alright, feeling that West Coast) (Feeling that West Coast gangsta rap, I meant rock) (Tell 'em, man) Hold up, talk yo' shit You the reason hip-hop won't be missed But this ain't rap music This that real mob music Hold up, talk yo' shit You the reason rock and roll won't be missed But this ain't rock music This that real mob music