More Than Rappin

[Intro] Yeah Talk 'bout it I go by the name of Hell Gang Mozzy, one up top ahky, somethin' stocky in the choppy, nigga There's more than one body, ask about him (June on the beat, don't shoot him in the streets) [Verse] Landlord of the Gangland, they know what's happenin' .40 blappin', that's how they know that it's more than rappin' Nigga told you that I'm lackin', lil' shawty cappin' Ain't playin' with no paper, finna double lap 'em Ayy, get at me with them prices that the pie sum quoted Tryna run it up the gut if we can find an open Soccer mom caravan 'til we slide it open 'Posed to fire in the open when you spot opponents Niggas rollin', circle your picture and now you on it Call the jeweler with forty pointers, it's how I want it How you bomin'? You buggin' if you ain't bustin' down Confirming a wire transfer for a hundred thou' Pacquiao for the hooker, I hardly fuck around You got tagged for the tooly and hardly come around Life sentence, I'm tryna picture him touchin' down He probably won't 'cause the way the victim was hunted down That shit embarrassing, sleeping on homie's mother's couch Lost a bundle in that bitch, at least a hundred count We was thuggin' as youngins, bustin' and runnin' routes Bang that thing out of vengeance, it wasn't for the clout Granny cussing me out behind a speeding ticket I do the dance to the chicken, I'm tryna Z a ticket Biscotti Pippen, you know that we keep it cloudy, right? Bitches whisper, "You know them niggas from Cali, right?" I could volley my body if brother stylin' right He thought I tried to fi-dangle but he ain't count it right It's more to life, we boarding flights for the legal chilly Just left Philly, in Harlem with it, you see the billies These niggas kill me, talkin' like they ice a quarter milli' They wanted forty for the mirror, I threw a quarter in it Landlord of the Gangland, they know what's happenin' The .40 blappin', that's how they know that it's more than rappin'