Mo' Money Crime Family featuring Hemp Cartel,Flesh n Bone
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You ever heard of gangreen, well, we the green gang/Half my homies bang, the other half slang/I got a green kakhi suit to make sure my shit was fly/Slipped on the Bruno Malis, now somebody's gonna die/Tried to play me for some weight, then escape to outter-state/I straight pressed that trey-eight to his fuckin' chest plate/The police stopped the parole, knowin' that he smoked weed and drank fo'ties/Revealed the Smith & Wesson, stainless steel/Thirty-eight calibur, two slugs missin/No information on the drive-by mission/Three years, three months, eleven days/A dangerous thug with more dead than Raids/You still good, only got two strikes/Got caught in a fight, shot off somebody's lights/I sport my glock, busta, the game's a mothafucka
-Flesh n Bone-
Street-walkin', stalkin', never no lights in sight when I bomb/ Bomb missles, lyin' in the front lawn/ Bloody massacre, vision of God
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Money talks, bullshit walks, and niggas catchin' cases, plus the judge is a racist/You better stack your chips, get a lawyer, don't be a sucker, because these faker wards is throwin' the books at mothafuckas/It's time to get legit, 'cause a nigga like me ain't gon' get caught up with that bullshit/I'm tryin' to tell you 'cause I know/Damn, they just kicked in my door and took my shit on a 4-2-0
-Flesh n Bone-
It's the 7.06 slug with the hollow point tips, that what you can call me/I'm that man in this band, that ain't who I am, then again, now won't you follow me?/Stormin' thru lands, got the cannon cocked in my hand, when I roll out the armored tank, thank my gat and I paint these pranker calls, and hella destruction might wreck/Ain't never been afraid to stank you, fifty-seven/Oh my, hillbilly do trip over all the paper/Spot him, miss, but their body didn't rott/Well, have you seen a nigga flip it?/No, he's angelical by all means/If you ever sought to step in it less, now's you chance to spot him with the beam/How could you creep with a knife and even givin' a chance, took it and ran/What was the man, givin' a good look inside the mirror, what does it see?/Fuckyou can/Tustlin' to get my hustle on, drag and strut 'til I bust my balls/Y'all want my nuts, fuck, stuck, and i'm shootin' hell at you, sawed-off and i'm packin' a pump/You gon' feelin' the rhyme, feelin' the bump, thump, hump/Gimme that liquid tea, fiend, look, did you see me float? Takin' it coast to coast and then i'm gon' bust on mine, then i'm gon' bust your mind, then i'm gone drop a dime 'til it's 1999 ...
Recorded for the Mo' Money Crime Family album The Untold Story