Lyrics Mob Sh*t - The Jacka, 12 Gauge Shotie

Mob Sh*t

I got one of them black 26s, and a box on 26 inches.
and I leave it parked
where it’s dark in the trenches
In the hood where they kill mothafuckas never visit
Yea nigga, we real in ya vision.
Feds take us down but we don’t ever listen
Niggas doin' Ls movin' pounds of that Crisco.
We don’t ever gain so the pain
just continue
Hitta time — murder only thang on the menu.
so I ride around wit my thang to
defend you
You ain’t got no bread all this game that I lend you
Gotta use your lead if you’re scared you a preacher
A p_____ project wit gun shots screechin'
We love this mob life this is our future
Got beef wit the Jack, and I can’t reach you
Send a kite to the pen, fuck _____ _______
I’m movin' white 'til the end cuz I live illegal
I live a life killin' friends, but you ain’t my people
Never speak bad on a nigga who feeds you — Soundtrack to my life man this is a
preview
Yo.
Slide up on you niggas put 50 in ya whip and laugh at you bitch niggas kissin'
on a brick
King pins know it’s real so they feel this shit I kick
Mean grin at me boy get your ass kicked
Steam comin' off the lead when you feel them hollows hit
My Colorado ni**as mean ______ Colorado Springs
Rap shit about the change, West coast back in game
But we never went nowhere, it’s just that all these niggas lame
So they never know this real, niggas know how far we came
So we spit h___ mane it’s good to make em pop the fame
Never got to me with this Uzi in my fuckin' jeans
This shit a movie but it’s true we out here d____in' things nigga.
Step outside and it’s 2 o’clock
in the morning nigga still on the block
Still gettin' high still countin' guap
It’s a ill life but it’s all we got
4AM and it’s still dark
Still outside nigga still hard
Nigga get box-shoot in they car
It’s that mob life but I’m still a star