That Mo
Mo City Mo
City, I got love for you
I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you
They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true
We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too
If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself
I'm waging war against nothing, and
I would need to check myself
Round here, everybody got a murder weapon
Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57
If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man
So I've got no reason to fear it,
I'll drop it where it stand
Won't even say
I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions
All I know,
I begin and complete my mission
You got a problem with me, address it
Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if
Rother gon' get the message
I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
***** stop playing with me, stop playing with me
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
****-****-****-****-****
People wanna kick it with me, but
I choose to be alone
Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own
That's including me,
I'm not gon' invite you in my home
You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome
West Few Quay to the
South Post, loc
Dead End This is an area you can get your bread in, or come up dead in
Your ghetto, ain't no different from mine
But this the one
I ride or die for at the proper time, better respect my mind
Respect my mind, cause
I'll kill you *****
Like I don't see you, in my rearview *****
I wish you would, try to play me like
I'm soft Watch me throw this ***** in park, hop out and knock your god damn head off
Ain't no calling 911, and that emergency
I'm calling
Mike Newsome and
Grey-D, if too many cowards trying to murder me
But if it's my time,
I guess I ran out of my luck
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
Ridegmont,
Ridgegate,
Ride Gate,
Provilla Chasewood,
Hunters Glenn y'all are all my ******
Southwest,
Cross and
Quill Valley,
Quillrun Fresno and
Arcola, plus the
Dub we all one
Hiram-Clarke,
South Park,
Sunnyside and the
Third 4th
Ward, 5th
Ward, Trinity
Garden ya heard
Hell yeah,
Houston Teaxs we hot
If I forgot your hood blame it on the **** man, that's why
I forgot I'm at the shooting range, jacking like
I'm busting my beat
To me it ain't no difference, between the shooting range and the streets
Do you while you with your people, like
I caught you alone
You about to make history, but your people gon' make it home
I'd rather be a lover, not a fighter
Instead of picking up a gun,
I'd rather pick up a blunt and a lighter
But it is what it is, y'all already know what's up
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
That MoLRC歌词
Mo City Mo
City, I got love for you
I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you
They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true
We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too
If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself
I'm waging war against nothing, and
I would need to check myself
Round here, everybody got a murder weapon
Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57
If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man
So I've got no reason to fear it,
I'll drop it where it stand
Won't even say
I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions
All I know,
I begin and complete my mission
You got a problem with me, address it
Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if
Rother gon' get the message
I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
***** stop playing with me, stop playing with me
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a ****
****-****-****-****-****
People wanna kick it with me, but
I choose to be alone
Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own
That's including me,
I'm not gon' invite you in my home
You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome
West Few Quay to the
South Post, loc
Dead End This is an area you can get your bread in, or come up dead in
Your ghetto, ain't no different from mine
But this the one
I ride or die for at the proper time, better respect my mind
Respect my mind, cause
I'll kill you *****
Like I don't see you, in my rearview *****
I wish you would, try to play me like
I'm soft Watch me throw this ***** in park, hop out and knock your god damn head off
Ain't no calling 911, and that emergency
I'm calling
Mike Newsome and
Grey-D, if too many cowards trying to murder me
But if it's my time,
I guess I ran out of my luck
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
Ridegmont,
Ridgegate,
Ride Gate,
Provilla Chasewood,
Hunters Glenn y'all are all my ******
Southwest,
Cross and
Quill Valley,
Quillrun Fresno and
Arcola, plus the
Dub we all one
Hiram-Clarke,
South Park,
Sunnyside and the
Third 4th
Ward, 5th
Ward, Trinity
Garden ya heard
Hell yeah,
Houston Teaxs we hot
If I forgot your hood blame it on the **** man, that's why
I forgot I'm at the shooting range, jacking like
I'm busting my beat
To me it ain't no difference, between the shooting range and the streets
Do you while you with your people, like
I caught you alone
You about to make history, but your people gon' make it home
I'd rather be a lover, not a fighter
Instead of picking up a gun,
I'd rather pick up a blunt and a lighter
But it is what it is, y'all already know what's up
I'm out that
Mo, and I don't give a **** [Hook]
