Menace

Artist: C-bo f/mob figaz
Album: C-bo's mob figaz
Song: Without my Five
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
[ap9]
I don't matter win as long as I catch him
And though we win
JESUS blesses him ap9 boys better catch him
Arrest him get the dogs seen him with all friends
Put a strap on him niggas losing there was no talking
But I heard the nigga the word that
Back in the town try to take you for your brown
But mob figaz ain't waiting around we bucking rounds nigga fuck
Everybody because I'm a thug twenty fo rap shit just a hobby
Coming up in the lobby the same sucker that tried to rob me
He did that shit too sloppy everybody know
That nigga that popped me caught him up into the lows I dropped him
Still you won't make that nigga feel how I feel
About bill and felt the pain living in the strange until
Bought that some niggas fought coke some niggas off cock
But that thing is getting smoked nigga when your fucking with a figa
Got cha jack slapped tied up and rap packed with mob figaz in the
Black with some hats that holding the dope thing pillow
Where is the temple to make it plain and simple
Niggas don't know why they hit fo

Verse 2

I used to think about growing up tieing my shoes with a nine
Millitmeter at my head and if I didn't young prove your ass
Would be supporting my player even my fame will live in the past
But forget that nigga you moving too fast
Rap a lot nigga you go to soft diamond jew-els cry-sels
That is that or pumps doing nine in the cell crack sells
The holes in the tracks trap themselves
Them are really silly on the boys mustang shell in the night breeze
Where night leave living the good life by myself
Won't like me I'm up to myself who else is strong enough
To feel the pain that I felt I bet he's six feet deep
And living life in the cell muthafucka

Chorus:
We on the one eight plus five stay on my dick fuck a boat
I can't roll without my five it's going to be ride do or high
That way clutch in my pistal they screaming like a bitch can't
We quick to hit a lick down it's rip down your whole click
Flip we don't give a shit when my nigga revenge on his mind
I love my niggas much they got to do time

Verse 3

This is for all my homies walked the razor
In the lab hennessey straight with no bitch chaser
My nigga fed x stressed out fighting the caper
Attempted murder I heard it is it true
No proof so you'll be home soon each day
I pick you up at noon in a streched out nav
With the candy blue in the moon
Be prepared to finish your talking which you started
It ain't about being hard course of being fake
Get the mob a hundred dollars they can't brake
And no more time for mistakes no trips up state
Just get in do your job and come out the case
And if it go down right we can relax for the rest of my life

Verse 4

The southern nights for my agony need to feel better
But my nigga got to eat nigga we got to beef something
I live the life of drugs cash with hood on it
I put my thugs on it cuz you niggas don't want it
And that is it when I wake up for I cook the cake up
Wait by the window watch them with a caper
Straight up fuck up out your ass plug up your ass
Make them see like a nigga get up out your ass
They think that they cry in the next time
There won't be the corporation for that business
Now maybe your'll shine now my mind is stressed
When I stress I smoke on the grind with it under my coat
Some people say they joke but no traveling with my mag
There won't be no more things of boat rider
Take them out as soon as I arrive cat walk
I got awol niggas with one shot left a richmond nigga fedx
Took to the ice cream and swollowed the tech
We on the air