Face Off

Aye T We gotta show them how we comin' on this Blood Brovas 2 Man, they ain't fuckin' with us They ain't fuckin' with us They ain't fuckin' with us Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her I'm all up by my bread, about my cheese, this shit put in Velveeta Bitch, I got a Glock, it ain't for show, you know I keep this heater They don't want no problems with T-Money, bitch, they know I'm evil It's M.D.B., I bring the smoke like this shit Chino's reefer They don't want no problem with me, that ho be playin' 50 And I let him hold a 50, this Glock hold more than 50 Niggas never fuckin' with me, cause they ain't fuckin' with me And my bitch nasty, keep it classy when she call me daddy And I keep two twin Glocks, a nigga call them Liv and Maddy The way, This AR Dance, I tell that motherfucker, go big Lexi Always bought my money, hell, nah you ain't never gotta ask me Nina put that bump right on his face and gave that nigga acne Nigga who want smoke with me, anybody can get it And you know we stand on business, bitch, we spinin' like some fidgets Won't forget what happened when I'm back outside, that shit get tragic M.D.B. like Jordan and T-Money, he ball like magic They want no problem cause they know that I'ma bring the static And bouncing back to business, thought a nigga was a rabbit Trouble, trouble, you want trouble with the wrong motherfucker I f*ck your auntie if a nigga can't get right to your mother I never slid with no lame, I'd rather slide with my brother And M.D.B. just like an agent, take your bitch undercover Money, money, money, nigga know that I gotta have it I wake up and I hit a J, that don't mean I gotta habit I never ask if I want something, then you know I'ma have it She know she fuckin' M.D.B., this nigga far from an average I beat the pussy up, nigga, I am not an amateur She feel in love with a real gangster, bitch, I come with murderers I heard she tryna f*ck T-Money, bitch, I never heard of ya A nigga tote right on his 40, knock a fuckin' birdie off Don't play a nigga like he pussy, for I'll fuckin' murder ya Bitch, I got different shells to choose, don't whip out first, then bitch, you lose And I don't need blue for a clue, the real gangsters don't ever lose I'm with my dog, motherfucker, this dog is not Scooby-Doo Yeah, tick tock, damn, you got the wrong time Wristwatch, damn, set to the wrong time Big chains, damn, it leave a nigga blind Big ice, damn, look how my diamonds shine Playoffs, nigga, we knock em' down like it was Blitz Big slime, nigga, I send my bitch to slime your bitch Bitch, I chase down niggas, I really hope that you don't trip I keep gorillas with me, they go bananas on the clip Yeah, face off, nigga, I'm dying to knock a nigga, face off, nigga Takeoff, nigga, it's 180 and I take off Big scar, nigga, I f*ck around and take your face off Rick Ross, nigga, she know she fucking with a big boss Big balls, nigga, my bitch be sucking on my big balls, nigga Oh Lord, nigga, I can't wait until I get y'all What's up, nigga, if this bowling, I'm knocking pins off Goofy-ass nigga, treating drive bys, just like a pit stop, nigga Movado on my wrist, can't tell the time right on this wristwatch Nigga, that's a knife and you can't compare to this big Glock I walk inside the club and make all them little bitches heart, stop Bitch, pussy drip like water, don't ask why I got this big mop, nigga