M.O.B Memoir - Sha Hef

Hunnit 'Round Hef, True

You niggas know I keep two dike bitches with me

With Spiked collars, semi automatic pistols

Just for the static ya heard?

So don’t try me nigga

Desperado, sipping Actavis out the bottle

Living life like there ain’t no tomorrow

All I know is sorrow, see both my heart and my bullets hollow

I give the orders that the killers follow

I tell your bitch to swallow my kids and she better not miss a drop

Y’all selling bricks, we moving cinder blocks

I middle finger cops and judges, no love for authority

I break the law and move accordingly

And what you motherfuckers claiming ain’t no gang, you a sorority

Loading my clip while they recording me

Your baby mother just a whore to me

She boofed a quarter key of raw for me

I get her pussy wet just off the thought of me

All these lil niggas applauding me, I run the hood

Look, your big homies a fraud to me, that’s understood

They like «Hunnit Round rap, heard he put that Glock away»

Bullshit, I still clip you from a block away

I eyeball work, you could put your clock away

Fuck 'bout what a copper say, get him copped or topped today

I point aim and let the chopper spray

I think if I ruled the world I prolly body 'bout a cop a day

I got a job so I could cop a K and stick that motherfucker up

Give no motherfucking fucks

Owe me money, still breathing, that’s a motherfucking luck

O.J.

Mayo over yayo, I be shooting for the bucks

What what, how you want it, Mr. Never-Get-Confronted

Hunnit 'Round Hef, Mr. Pour-A-Four-Up-&-Get-Blunted

Coulda fucked your bitch, she was on my dick, but she fronted

She pulled out her tits, then I put my kids in her stomach

Trust me, I don’t give a fuck, I’m off like three-four xans

And I don’t know what I’m saying, I can’t even stand

Hot up counting up bands, whipping up grams

Yo bitch in a three point stand, dog just hit me from the can

If you gotta go, now I got blood on my hands

Now I got blood on my pants, even got blood on my face

Blue still tucked in my waist, trust I might shoot up the place

Then I might go to the safe, yes I might catch me a case

Whipping, I’m dipping on Jake, yes I might catch me a case

Whipping, I’m dipping on Jake, might catch me a case

Whipping, I’m dipping on Jake, whipping and dipping on Jake