Tha Mobb

Yeah... hard body (hard body)Carter carter carter yeahLets goCash Money Young Money motherfuck the other sideThey can fuck with us if they want I bring em homicideWord to my momma Im gonna continue bombingTil they getting out the game its like coming out of a comaIm tryin... but Im normal when this rap shit gets boringAll I ask is that you pray for me (please)And the beat keep crying and Im gonna keep beating herFee Im fucking her Im deep in her sleep in herAnd what happens when the reaper come (huh?)Im just hoping that he sends that elevator upI made enough I aint meant shitSo while Im here Im gonna take that and take this (nigga!)Breakfast yes lets eat wipe you mouth when you finishedThen hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginnerTo the criminal activity fuck with them they rushing inLike Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows HaroldJust leaners Cheena just choppers RobertCarter II tell me how is you gonna stop a riotI lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)Im in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)Im here motherfucker make room... BOOM!Young Tune the big kahunaIts my ocean baby you all niggas is tunaBetter now than sooner juniorFly around you city try tryna take a number two on youI aint going nowhere special I wont never leaveShit Im already a legend if I ever leaveGame get rid of me? Not little meMan I got em Im gonna get em B (I got em B)Im hungry like I didnt eatI want it like I didnt see a meal before seventeenWhat the fuck you niggas telling me?You pups cant keep up with the Pedigree