Mo City Mo City, I got love for you
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I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you
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They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true
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We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too
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If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself
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I'm waging war against nothing, and I would need to check myself
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Round here, everybody got a murder weapon
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Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57
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If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man
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So I've got no reason to fear it, I'll drop it where it stand
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Won't even say I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions
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All I know, I begin and complete my mission
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You got a problem with me, address it
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Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if Rother gon' get the message
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I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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[Hook]
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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Bitch stop playing with me, stop playing with me
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck
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People wanna kick it with me, but I choose to be alone
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Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own
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That's including me, I'm not gon' invite you in my home
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You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome
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West Few Quay to the South Post, loc Dead End
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This is an area you can get your bread in, or come up dead in
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Your ghetto, ain't no different from mine
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But this the one I ride or die for at the proper time, better respect my mind
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Respect my mind, cause I'll kill you nigga
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Like I don't see you, in my rearview nigga
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I wish you would, try to play me like I'm soft
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Watch me throw this bitch in park, hop out and knock your god damn head off
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Ain't no calling 911, and that emergency
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I'm calling Mike Newsome and Grey-D, if too many cowards trying to murder me
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But if it's my time, I guess I ran out of my luck
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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[Hook]
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Ridegmont, Ridgegate, Ride Gate, Provilla
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Chasewood, Hunters Glenn y'all are all my niggaz
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Southwest, Cross and Quill Valley, Quillrun
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Fresno and Arcola, plus the Dub we all one
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Hiram-Clarke, South Park, Sunnyside and the Third
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4th Ward, 5th Ward, Trinity Garden ya heard
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Hell yeah, Houston Teaxs we hot
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If I forgot your hood blame it on the weed man, that's why I forgot
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I'm at the shooting range, jacking like I'm busting my beat
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To me it ain't no difference, between the shooting range and the streets
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Do you while you with your people, like I caught you alone
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You about to make history, but your people gon' make it home
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I'd rather be a lover, not a fighter
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Instead of picking up a gun, I'd rather pick up a blunt and a lighter
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But it is what it is, y'all already know what's up
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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[Hook]
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That Mo
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| Z-Ro |
