(feat. Richie Rich)

[Ager Man & Bart]


Mobb life mutha $#&@a!
(It's Mobbin life)

Eh man is this that Blunt Funk?
(That One Step Beyond bombation %#@!)
Yeah.

(You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha $#&@in' Krazy ^!$$%!
Where the $#&@in' money?!
Where the $#&@in' money ^!$$%?!

(Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin' (*##$?)

[Verse 1: Bart of 3X Krazy]


I hits the block walk wit a Tech
a zip in my pocket

350 rocket to get up out of the cases
move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to beat us
for the funk won't leave you breathin'

I've been married since a fetus
3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life)
The 100 blocks got it sewed

put your lips in my business and get them mutha $#&@as mowed
my game is to be sold
no suckas when I roll

you comin' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum
givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop
when I dumpin' hot ones out the drop

pull around and get you mopped
put the Mobb against a series of haters
tied up in a knot wit instigators

start speakin' fo playas
I got my front porch sewed up
the feds chasin'

through the back roots, cuts an stretch
I got no time for no patience
Keek hittin' fences

A-G bailin' through the trees
I was keyed
so it's basic that you make it on your tee's ^!$$%!

Uh.

[Chorus: 3X Krazy x4]


The Thug Money
the drug money

the mud money, bet yo blood, and it's stuff under the rug money.

[Verse 2: Ager Man of 3X Krazy]


Smokin' some of that green dope smashin' through the East
5-0 couldn't even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speed

hopped up out my vehic
seen cops hidin' in the trees
slapped my mutha $#&@in' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed

in my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B.
watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leave
cuz ^!$$%s ain't goin' down no mo'

for the 9-6 $#&@ the 4
$#&@ off fully both of they doe
wit nitro gas for the murda show

get to they shop, and hit the back door
some of you ^!$$%s don't really know
real killas don't need a, 4-4 to make that ^!$$%s, head blow

put bombs in his pick up
I bet ya'll ^!$$%s won't see him no mo'
cuz when that mutha $#&@a blow

no come back, everybody gonna go.

[Verse 3: Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy]


For the Thug Money
they jack a ^!$$% for nothin'

I be leavin' you dead in the alley
this kill a 5-0 Cali
for the 9-6
these woody-wood all in my mix
bust a ^!$$% upside his head for arguin' wit a (*##$

I think I'm tired of these woodies
so I gathered up a million ^!$$%s
and burned them Big Willies
Straps! I need to find some fullys
and a gang that is sure to clean your crowd

pistol let off repeated
immediatey
black and white drop ridin' through the spot
and tryin' to stop my flow, cash
so I gotta get that $$#

they radioed a rigg up
so I'm on feet like ???
plus I'm a getaway
tell the crew, put my %#@! away
change my description

and fired up a C.F.A.
crooked cop came
I-LL-A
everythang went on thugs in the O-A $#&@in' K
they, know the A
they ended D

the enemy
and these house ^!$$%s, and peckerwoods harrassin' me
so I'm harrassin' back
hot on the roof top wit my gat
$#&@in' blast it!
Splat!
Suspect he dressed in black

I
left 'em layin' flat
ghetto bird don't know where I'm at
tucked under
and sneakin' on another $#&@in' task money.

[Chorus x4]


[Verse 4: Richie Rich]

From the cradle to the gravin'
misbehavin'
like a $#&@in' stowaway
trunk full of throw-aways

Glocks
Tech's
AP's
Mac's
$#&@ wit 'ol skool Richie Rich you get you $$# taxed
^!$$% Hitler was a killer
Frank War was a mack

for all my years in the game I got so many gats
^!$$%
it's for the race war
don't wanna face more
^!$$%s than I can handle
blowin' 'em out like candles
have you ever seen a ^!$$% work a thirty-eight

for the, drug money
to stuff under the rug money
Rich and 3 Times
^!$$%s thought it wrong
it's Blunt Funk for the scratch
once again it's on
I hate to kill, but I will for the skrill
into my section, for the leathal injection
AK-47, hundred round gas-aholic
smokin' these clips and can't call it
^!$$%!

[Chorus x4]

^!$$%!