Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Moe, artist - Gangsta Blac.
Date of issue: 03.01.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Moe |
No prisoners kept in this c&, we kill 'em all and come up And virtually fightin’our shadow thinkin’it’s them in the cut |
No more of my time to waste |
No more pre-judgin'my face |
Ain’t nothin’but a mugg on my jug, hopin’my score been erased |
They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday |
Cuz we can’t hack what they scratchin’to buildin’cars in our face |
You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin’out your death |
No more of heedin’nobody cuz we can do it ourself |
Cuz it’s ???, or try to camoflauge me Like I ain’t seein’shit clear, cuz clearly shit gone see «B» |
No more of fakin’devotion when soldiers turnin’it out |
My congregation is caught up in bein’real, no doubt |
I’m the provider for them, can’t be around and not down |
Even when sleepin', I’m thinkin’of other ways for me now |
To go and get it for us, and we ain’t got it no more |
What’s in store? |
Me and my onlys make it known it’s no more |
NIGGA!!! |
Second Verse (Gangsta Blac &Playa Fly): |
(Gangsta Blac) |
No more of stressin’me out, no more of this and the other |
No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas |
No more of smokin’your weed, no more of jonesin’for that |
Instead I’m grillin’you villains like they gone keep up the laggin' |
No more attackin’my pride, never again hold it in |
I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent |
No more of thinkin’my talents gone be insured for a mil |
Cuz if it was, my cuz, came up and do it foreal |
No more of dealin’with hoes, I’d rather have me a bitch |
Cuz she ain’t shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick |
No more of hard-head grindin’that shit round the trunk |
Too used to gettin’what I want, so I’m gone keep this shit blunt |
No more of layin’in the road, for you to walk over mud |
And disrespectin’big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud |
Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin’E-ski |
And we ain’t takin’no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D NIGGA!!! |
(Playa Fly) |
Flizy just can’t take no more |
Overboard I’m bout to go Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before |
Seven, nine of ninety-eight |
Playa Fly gone hit’cha straight |
With somethin’you don’t wanna feel the funk so you ain’t gotta wait |
Trait like I’m flaugin’cuz I’m mobbin’over broken hearts |
Movin’all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts |
How you gonna stop us now? |
With all this, Funkytown we bound |
S.P.V. |
I’m bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down |
First the A and four and one |
Who’s the one be wantin’some? |
Not the suckas stink, but get’cha straight when all their body numb |
Can’t compact the garbage that you start producin’orally |
I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start annoyin’me |
As much as I’m enjoyin’this, and ALL the weak B.S. |
you spit |
My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith |
So hit the horn, keep goin’man |
Blac &Flizy in demand |
No more Flizy can stand |
So smashin’power like a windows man |
NIGGA!!! |