| Mo City Mo | |
| City, I got love for you | |
| I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you | |
| They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true | |
| We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too | |
| If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself | |
| I'm waging war against nothing, and | |
| I would need to check myself | |
| Round here, everybody got a murder weapon | |
| Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57 | |
| If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man | |
| So I've got no reason to fear it, | |
| I'll drop it where it stand | |
| Won't even say | |
| I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions | |
| All I know, | |
| I begin and complete my mission | |
| You got a problem with me, address it | |
| Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if | |
| Rother gon' get the message | |
| I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck | |
| I'm out that | |
| Mo, and I don't give a fuck [Hook] | |
| I'm out that | |
| Mo, and I don't give a fuck | |
| With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around | |
| I'm out that | |
| Mo, and I don't give a fuck | |
| Bitch stop playing with me, stop playing with me | |
| I'm out that | |
| Mo, and I don't give a fuck | |
| With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around | |
| I'm out that | |
| Mo, and I don't give a fuck | |
| Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck | |
| People wanna kick it with me, but | |
| I choose to be alone | |
| Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own | |
| That's including me, | |
| I'm not gon' invite you in my home | |
| You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome | |
| West Few Quay to the | |
| South Post, loc | |
| Dead End This is an area you can get your bread in, or come up dead in | |
| Your ghetto, ain't no different from mine | |
| But this the one | |
| I ride or die for at the proper time, better respect my mind | |
| Respect my mind, cause | |
| I'll kill you nigga | |
| Like I don't see you, in my rearview nigga | |
| I wish you would, try to play me like | |
| I'm soft Watch me throw this bitch in park, hop out and knock your god damn head off | |
| Ain't no calling 911, and that emergency | |
| I'm calling | |
| Mike Newsome and | |
| Grey-D, if too many cowards trying to murder me | |
| But if it's my time, | |
| I guess I ran out of my luck | |
| I'm out that | |
| Mo, and I don't give a fuck [Hook] | |
| Ridegmont, | |
| Ridgegate, | |
| Ride Gate, | |
| Provilla Chasewood, | |
| Hunters Glenn y'all are all my niggaz | |
| Southwest, | |
| Cross and | |
| Quill Valley, | |
| Quillrun Fresno and | |
| Arcola, plus the | |
| Dub we all one | |
| Hiram-Clarke, | |
| South Park, | |
| Sunnyside and the | |
| Third 4th | |
| Ward, 5th | |
| Ward, Trinity | |
| Garden ya heard | |
| Hell yeah, | |
| Houston Teaxs we hot | |
| If I forgot your hood blame it on the weed man, that's why | |
| I forgot I'm at the shooting range, jacking like | |
| I'm busting my beat | |
| To me it ain't no difference, between the shooting range and the streets | |
| Do you while you with your people, like | |
| I caught you alone | |
| You about to make history, but your people gon' make it home | |
| I'd rather be a lover, not a fighter | |
| Instead of picking up a gun, | |
| I'd rather pick up a blunt and a lighter | |
| But it is what it is, y'all already know what's up | |
| I'm out that | |
| Mo, and I don't give a fuck [Hook] |
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