The Boss Mobster Lyrics by Spice 1

The Boss Mobster Lyrics

    Blaaw!

    Verse 1:
    Nigga who you think you fuckin' with?
    You ain't no killer i put slugs in niggas opposite leg to get my skrilla
    Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your ass
    Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces
    Ain't no nigga living alive that could vibe
    And have me caught up in some bullshit i eat your ass up with the full clip
    The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the bay
    Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip a.k. blaaw!
    Niggas don't wanna fuck with me
    Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me
    I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your ass to rest
    You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest

    You fail to realize the size you fuckin' with a killer
    Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5)

    Hook:
    Don't cry when me bleed ya, lr nigga don't let me break you down (x3)

    Verse 2:
    Don't be fuckin' with my emotions playa
    Cause a nigga will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you
    I'd love to do you with this big ass tech to get motherfuckin' respect
    Woo-ha put your ass in check
    Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your ass hangin' up off your
    Back
    So hold your motherfuckin' nutsack i'm off the yack nigga
    Put your dead homey up in my seat
    Open up the door and throw his ass out on the concrete
    See you can't fuck with a killer though
    You catch me bailin' parlayin' but i have to blast at you nigga though
    Keep it on your ass on the slundin' with the beenie
    Keepin' you motherfuckers two dollars short of a martinee
    I'm a straight soldier motherfuckin' player shotcaller boss baller
    Poppin' muy fuckin' collar hopin' you niggas is feelin' me cause i'm born
    To die
    Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why

    Hook:

    Verse 3:
    Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez
    Gotta get my uzi for niggas that got that love for me
    Gotta pay my dues in this shit can't get the game for free
    So at the age of 14 a motherfucker was slangin' d
    And i've been gang related ever since i came out the womb of my mama
    Readly for the motherfuckin' drama
    Seen this cherokee they start shootin' this bike
    Will see i hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherfuckin' life
    Got to bustin' apon they ass with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee
    Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' g
    Suprise niggas i got you cocked up in sight
    And im hopin' i got your punk ass won't be makin' home tonight
    You cryin' homie that on the reala nigga you fail to realize the size
    You fuckin' with a killer

    Hook

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