What Mo'

Chorus
What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it

What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
Shut ya mouth boy

What mo you got
What mo you got
Take ya best shot
(Come on) Yeah take it take it

What mo you got
What mo you got
What mo

1st Verse
I don't know what you on but boy it got you stupid
Got ya whole family grievin' for thinkin' you can do it
Manana clouded ya mind- it come in clear when u HIT
They should a told ya well before ya shot, but ya blew it!

Come for my loot you been in pre-school-boy-I'm college
I pull too quick
.44 and 9 rounds spit

Man I sleep with a loaded gun
I stay on one
Tried to pull the caper now ya hangin' from a rope DONE!

I pump..pump..
2 a day chump
Hood king kill a rat
Pen tats That's wass up

Ya M.O. way too old
I know you dude
I movin' major weight across the interstate and you

Want my rep but you a fool
I jacked your mules
Come in ya hood, spit, and lift ya money and ya jewels

I'm bona fide you moldin'
Hate to have to hit ya wife
I know you know we meet again
I'll have to end ya life

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
So you wanna come get papa cool it's been tried before
I'm the one you wanna even the score
Hit my row you know I'm bustin' 'fore you get in tha door
Wanna be a gangsta but you just can't handle the gore

In a six foot pit
You and all the busters you come with
I'm gonna bury after my chrome Desert Eagle split ya dome quick
The beef's stopped after the tooly pop
Now the word around the block
Is yall pull and clap

Would a been clear to you
If you
Thought through
You would lose
Thought you'd bring da blues
To a do or die killa crew

Chose to test me and I blew my fuse
Left you in a coma
Livin' on a prayer
You'll never pull through

The mean green is the main thing
That get you youngstas hankering
I'll spank dat ass
Notorious the pain I bring

Always holdin' heat
The ruler of the block
Never scared
And I'll take anything you got

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Don dada keep 'em dizzy
You wanna come and peel me
I'm a G you a sizzy
Hit the don, no one can, FEEL ME!

Son, I felt your plot ya eyes revealed ya envy
Top flight on ya comers hit list
Now yall all think ya can end me

Cause me and my folks hooked up
Wit lbs. of coke cooked up
But ya telegraphed the punch so we struck

My gats bucked long and lit ya up like a December night (space)
Braggin to all ya folks, on dope, thinkin' u'd see me die

But I'm
Lean, Mean
Love to bleed
Bad Seed
Different Breed
Top rank and undefeated
Boy you can't touch me