It’s all Mo Thug. It’s all Mo, Mo Thug.
Flesh:
Oh well, if you snooze, you lose. Ya stop prayin’ to (?), and fetch
Ya, shoot it and catch your shit, back, stay packin’ a gat in
Your lap always. If you (…?…) strap, now how about that? And
Stack, went to go tappin’, nigga pap him, fuckin’ with one of
My own. No, no, wrong, and he facin’ my chrome. Left, (…?…),
Double nine execution, we mo’ murder, stupid tricky bitch,
(?) test me, we don’t play when the game it (…?…). Little Lay ran
To the stash, don’t push the (?). Gotta problem? Then handle
It. Eazy is where we came with a blessing and a masterplan. Niggas
