Pistols Blazin (feat. Yukmouth & Dru Down) - 3X Krazy, Yukmouth, Dru Down

Ha, ha.

Eh, eh, eh, eh.

Get out my face.

Check it.

Mobb shit bitch.

Lynch Mobb mane.

Eh, eh.

The Lu-Lun-iz

3 Times

me Ager Man

Bart

Let me turn up the heat man

Dig it the M.O.B.

baby.

I’m so hurt!

Fa sheezy.

Fa sheez.

Verse 1 *(Bart)*

I fold the cash then I hit away

juss a thug fo the money, no love

hit 'em up wit the blast

put him in a bag, an wrap him…

up.

Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It’s all business

so when the picture come bouncin off yo head

don’t take it personal

money makin needs no rehearsin

no nigga

will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders.

Verse 3 *(Bart)*

Mobb

killaz connected from block to block

re-caulk the glock

reset the dot

heatas

Beamers

repeat from Turf achievers.

Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

We take action verses talk is cheap

you gonna believe us time to floss wit me cut off the weak

you won’t decieve us let us mechandise an murderise

any an all

many will fall.

Verse 5 *(Bart)*

It’s juss an

O.G.

call

made from the B when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep

I gets to blastin ass

dip they bodies in the bag

I hope I get to lastin in this game of cash.

Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

It’s paraphanalia

not parinoid

you fuckin wit a pair of boys

that’ll pump yo body full of lead

an watch it swell up like we got no conscience.

Verse 7 *(Bart)*

Cuz it ain’t no spraya like the one I got

claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock

surround yo weave head

fuckin wit the weave head

get left wit p head

I bet ya violent click

talkin all that lip

when you was wit my click an get shit.

Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

Head split an ass kicked in chin shattered

an nobody could recognize you when they found ya an they still don’t know who downed ya.

Verse 9 *(Bart)*

This shit is deeper than you think

wit a straight face

lay down an come up off them cavy case

slow down

better pump yo brakes

don’t know my click from a can of paint

these niggaz won’t last

when I buck one in that ass

an hit the gate

I seen two more escape.

Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2

It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas

an it’s amazin how the heat bring out the hoe in niggas

when pistols blazin.

Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*

Cashin 'em

like fresh over fresh

I’m in the Benz

massagin a bitches my rivalry

rushed out to get some ends

build the twins

nigga I love them bitch half Benz

strugglin off that gin

hoes at the bus stop wanna get in but they

foot soliders

not swangin like a Nova

plus them niggaz ain’t tight

to make a right an pull my 600 over

juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye

that it’s them same niggaz that bucked at me but it wasn’t my time to die

ah pull out my thang

hit 'em in the back

whatever remained

so the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt

an swang

yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age

for the nigga I said

I didn’t love yo punk ass

an plus I’m tired of the pain

like Cameo this shit is strange

a nigga doin a dude

to get his whole neck an head rearranged

Mobb members, make niggaz think about what they doin

watch what you pursuin

fuck around an get yo whole career ruined.

Verse 11 *(Yukmouth)*

Listen

uh little boys an girls listen to me it is I that you see

gettin high niggas be gettin by on these streets

do or die on these streets

hit 'em high meet defeat

wit 'em tied across the feet

niggaz lie beneath the creek

many try but don’t eat

much food

unless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a Lex

FUCK SCHOOL

let’s jet

live an direct

the Yay Area, they carry a 4−5 an a Tech

when they bury ya they pissin on the side of you grave

no witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage

an niggas be gettin pepper sprayed up handcuffed an made to lay down

circumstances

to skanless, manless

to slang a gang

strapped down

my shit be fully greased up hits the mutha fuckin streets up cuz niggas ain’t takin no beat ups

they re-up wit the heatas

leaders of the new school

but we don’t bust a rhyme

we bust a nine

mutha fuckas find

nine’s under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel

Mobb material

scratch off the serial number

fuckin balistic so roll to the riches

fuck hoes, bitches, an sluts

bubblicious Yuk

booku bucks

my niggaz will shoot you up.

Verse 12 *(Swoop G)*

Now what these niggaz tryin to do?

Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?

If not I sugguest you get the fuck up out the West

when it come to gun play

there’s no contest

I leave you wit two holes

one in yo dome

one in yo chest

an Elliot Ness

he wouldn’t have made it on the West

and yes

I know you mutha fuckas heard about us cuz we was all on the news

fo Mobb-Style murders

I crack a fool on top of his head

wit a strap

told his bitch to come over here

she sat on my lap

man this Mobb shit

ain’t never been no joke

you headed straight for the pen

or you end up smoked

that’s why I keep a heater

on my passengers seat

an I’m Mobb Affiliated

uh, uh I know you hate it I rather be caught

with my heater

then wit out my heater

it’s juss a misdemenor.

Verse 13 *(Eclipse)*

I’m crackin backs like a chiropractor

come see a Cydal factor

get off yo block when rifles splatter

come across wit a rival chapter

don’t be afraid to be blastin

an don’t know nothin bout lastin

an if he flashin

we gassin him

an leavin his ass in a wagon

the last dragon

we smashin

imagine missin in action

I hit his ass for his cabbage

an dissapeared like Aladdin

an trappin his ass inside a mutha fuckin cave

niggas that came wit the pistols

I got missles and hand grenades

an some troopers wit bazookaz

ready to shoot you

do you in crushin boulders wit soldiers

cook it an make it pure again

it’s yo friend the Prince Of Darkness

whenever the dark hits

I feel my heart get

to beatin an you bustas be my target

PM it’s cold heart.

Verse 14 *(Dru Down)*

We use no parinoia

or dedication to our paper it’s so deep

the paraphanalia to the Mobb

love to creep

our elevations is racin

up to the top

non-stop

wit a caulked back glock

then hop

into some cut

to then nigga skirt-skirt

you notice I juss do some dirt

I puttin in work

I hit them were it hurt

crack yo spine time

instead of hittin 'em wit my nine

I’m

strictly wit this hit Mobb shit

Bitch!

Recognize

what a mutha fucka do is steal

right between your eyes

the nigga was dead before he died

I slide

to the next scene

to the next route

I’m speakin on what I juss did at the head quarters

an to my Mobb soldiers

no one can fold us readin the weakness like some Black Jack

if niggas can’t handle it they get stomped from that Mobb attack

an if you come back from that stompin

lay low

got 'em

hard-headed niggas will get they head put on fire.

Verse 15 *(Ager Man)*

It’s A-G-E once again

pullin you niggas hoe cards

strapped for them niggas that frontin like bitches

tryin to act hard

it ain’t nothin but the mutha fuckin Mobb in me

I went from sellin coke on the block

to doin robberies

to 'luffin yo ass

stuffin yo ass

up in a trunk punk

caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk

too soon for 'em

shoulda had a tomb for 'em

non-ass solider niggas

there’d be no room for 'em

when Pistols Blazin.