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Crime Mob Go To War

) [Chorus: Pimp C] Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47

Chorus: Pimp C] Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and

in his 20s The black [?] we pull cards on g.p. General purpose, my surface is reality Mob mentality is actualy the war pedigree That sits me on the stool

Niggas want war, I invite all cordialy They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me Oh,

me on ten And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talking big shit about war Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob

I get the chills on a midsummer night Yeah, I can fight, or in the winter I make your ass hot like a light Bub-rub-a-dub, three bodies in a tub Okay, go

the hook this year Makin' mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin' But crooks in here Gettin' mad money off the books this year Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go

play the ballad of a dead soldier The plan, to take command of the whole family Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road dawgs, official mob

to watch, some like to move in mob Dressin wildin up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts But later we go