MobWire (feat. The Jacka, J. Stalin & Rydah J Klyde) - Philthy Rich & Pooh Hefner

This that new shit nigga I prolly smoked alot of hop in my weed befo' And it made a nigga crazy but I'm loungin' tho' Niggas hope that they gun stay from round me yo Call up cause be like "blood need a pound of that dro" Times is gettin hectic man I'll pay you back later Fightin a case cause ya boy done went to school with a kata I felt nothin' man it's really nuthin' It's been so long since Jacka felt somethin' I keep coming with lines that keep numbin' ya face like coke lines She keep hummin' the background, what that sound like? Shit, I shoulda stayed in school or somethin' Now I'm fresh out the county huntin' down my runners [Jacka:] I, hit the block high [J. Stalin:] make the song cry [Jacka:] got the eyes of a snake [J. Stalin:] never blink never cry [Jacka:] I, only move weight so I can live one time I'm a real nigga you can hear it in my rhymes Today I opened the paper Seen about 5 of my niggas, 2 got hit with a kata 2 got hit with a nine 1 in critical condition Plus they found my niggas mama on the shore with that fish That's why I smoke alot bo in my blunt & I Pull the ski mask down hoppin' out the suicides I'm on a suicide, don't really care if I die Cause so many of my niggas done died, & it's like a jungle Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under Plus these motherfuckers keep stealing my bundle But I'm a nutso, from west so you must know Catch me in a Marauder with your baby mama I'm a baby gorilla got banana clips for the drama Knock a nigga off then feed him to the piranhas Gotta be around for when my son come out my baby mama Can you put 2 kicks, A half a tick & bury the box Man my life ain't no walk in the park I spent many nights alone, in the cold, lost in the dark Me & my sister, nothin' but death can break us apart Inside I'm superman ain't nothing breaking this heart Yeah mama ain't raised no punk, taught me the basics Never graze shit, whenever it's funk Taught me to reign shit, take shit, whenever I want And if a nigga like "whassup?", then leave him with lumps That's exactly what I do, follow my mamas rules Of e, not d, cause that's what my mama use I'm thuggin' dude, I drug abuse, look at me I'm from the gutter why the fuck should I be happy? My hair nappy, plus I grew up broke And I'm still living broke, what I grow up for? I wish they never had me shoulda let me go If you feelin' how I'm feelin' yo let me know Might twist up some rope & just let me blow Rob make the beat hot & just let me flow The dope I chase the hood boys know my face I'm running stuck in place, man there's no escape