M.O.B Memoir by Sha Hef Lyrics
[Intro]
Hunnit 'Round Hef, True
You niggas know I keep two dike bitches with me
With Spiked collars, semi automatic pistols
Just for the static ya heard?
So don't try me nigga
[Verse]
Desperado, sipping Actavis out the bottle
Living life like there ain't no tomorrow
All I know is sorrow, see both my heart and my bullets hollow
I give the orders that the killers follow
I tell your bitch to swallow my kids and she better not miss a drop
Y'all selling bricks, we moving cinder blocks
I middle finger cops and judges, no love for authority
I break the law and move accordingly
And what you motherfuckers claiming ain't no gang, you a sorority
Loading my clip while they recording me
Your baby mother just a whore to me
She boofed a quarter key of raw for me
I get her pussy wet just off the thought of me
All these lil niggas applauding me, I run the hood
Look, your big homies a fraud to me, that's understood
They like "Hunnit Round rap, heard he put that Glock away"
Bullshit, I still clip you from a block away
I eyeball work, you could put your clock away
Fuck 'bout what a copper say, get him copped or topped today
I point aim and let the chopper spray
I think if I ruled the world I prolly body 'bout a cop a day
I got a job so I could cop a K and stick that motherfucker up
Give no motherfucking fucks
Owe me money, still breathing, that's a motherfucking luck
O.J. Mayo over yayo, I be shooting for the bucks
What what, how you want it, Mr. Never-Get-Confronted
Hunnit 'Round Hef, Mr. Pour-A-Four-Up-&-Get-Blunted
Coulda fucked your bitch, she was on my dick, but she fronted
She pulled out her tits, then I put my kids in her stomach
Trust me, I don't give a fuck, I'm off like three-four xans
And I don't know what I'm saying, I can't even stand
Hot up counting up bands, whipping up grams
Yo bitch in a three point stand, dog just hit me from the can
If you gotta go, now I got blood on my hands
Now I got blood on my pants, even got blood on my face
Blue still tucked in my waist, trust I might shoot up the place
Then I might go to the safe, yes I might catch me a case
Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, yes I might catch me a case
Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, might catch me a case
Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, whipping and dipping on Jake
[Outro: Black Market Bitches]
Hunnit 'Round Hef, True
You niggas know I keep two dike bitches with me
With Spiked collars, semi automatic pistols
Just for the static ya heard?
So don't try me nigga
[Verse]
Desperado, sipping Actavis out the bottle
Living life like there ain't no tomorrow
All I know is sorrow, see both my heart and my bullets hollow
I give the orders that the killers follow
I tell your bitch to swallow my kids and she better not miss a drop
Y'all selling bricks, we moving cinder blocks
I middle finger cops and judges, no love for authority
I break the law and move accordingly
And what you motherfuckers claiming ain't no gang, you a sorority
Loading my clip while they recording me
Your baby mother just a whore to me
She boofed a quarter key of raw for me
I get her pussy wet just off the thought of me
All these lil niggas applauding me, I run the hood
Look, your big homies a fraud to me, that's understood
They like "Hunnit Round rap, heard he put that Glock away"
Bullshit, I still clip you from a block away
I eyeball work, you could put your clock away
Fuck 'bout what a copper say, get him copped or topped today
I point aim and let the chopper spray
I think if I ruled the world I prolly body 'bout a cop a day
I got a job so I could cop a K and stick that motherfucker up
Give no motherfucking fucks
Owe me money, still breathing, that's a motherfucking luck
O.J. Mayo over yayo, I be shooting for the bucks
What what, how you want it, Mr. Never-Get-Confronted
Hunnit 'Round Hef, Mr. Pour-A-Four-Up-&-Get-Blunted
Coulda fucked your bitch, she was on my dick, but she fronted
She pulled out her tits, then I put my kids in her stomach
Trust me, I don't give a fuck, I'm off like three-four xans
And I don't know what I'm saying, I can't even stand
Hot up counting up bands, whipping up grams
Yo bitch in a three point stand, dog just hit me from the can
If you gotta go, now I got blood on my hands
Now I got blood on my pants, even got blood on my face
Blue still tucked in my waist, trust I might shoot up the place
Then I might go to the safe, yes I might catch me a case
Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, yes I might catch me a case
Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, might catch me a case
Whipping, I'm dipping on Jake, whipping and dipping on Jake
[Outro: Black Market Bitches]