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1,2,3 – Field Mob
[Intro – MJG sample from “Coming Out Hard”]
1 to the motherf_ckin 2 to the motherf_ckin 3
[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don’t 2 make me 3 go off
[Verse 1 – Shawn Jay]
We came up from the bottom to the top (top) started wit the rocks
Used to sell ’em to the fiends now I got ’em in my watch (whoa)
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya f_ckin trash
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
Run up and the pump’ll blast my n_ggaz is dopin
I’m the film in the camera n_gga picture me rollin
Picture me blowin… Trees chiefin purple daily
Weeds (no seeds) call it (Virgin Mary)
Chevy they say we broke up ([Chevy:] Oh yeah)
But we do shows and (split ends) like (blow dried hair)
Hold up… Joe stop the song (what)
Field Mob the answer to the question “What if BIG & Pac woulda got along?”
Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade
Getcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for God
Wit that said I been blessed oh man
The chain (red) like a (caffeine free Coke can)
So… damn the critics yall really fake
We got (hotter 16s) than that (R. Kelly tape)
Make cheddar when I grab the mic… see when the Mob in town
Hoes (go out in bad weather) like a (satellite)
Never have to ask ’em twice do it for the f_ck of it
Anything pop a pill drink a lil s_ck a d_ck
Who you wit f_ck ya click stay in ya place
Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face?
SLAP!
[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don’t 2 make me 3 go off
[Verse 2 – Chevy P aka Smoke]
I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I’m warnin ya
I’m finna (snap) like (turtle lips in a lake)
(wrap) more than a (Egyptian coroner) ya rhymes are borin us
Listenin to you is like watchin wet paint dry
Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet
Stop spittin them (kit kat candy bars) and (give me a break) please
Start writin ya rhymes yaself… as a matter of fact
Here’s a mirror and a (map) go and (find) yaself
Cause you been fake… You frontin like you did time in the state pen
But really was a nerd at Penn State
Cut the bullsh_t ya not a hustler
Y’all remind me of where I rent my DVds at y’all some (Blockbusters)
(Confessin) like (Usher) (soft) as (baby food)
Fixin to get us off the (block) like (star 82)
Mad cause I’m comin up and you ain’t and I’m buyin stuff that you can’t
I ain’t (50 Cent) but I got (Bucks) in the (Bank)
And I got a million dollar d_ck b_tch wood worth a lot of cash
If I f_ck her in the b_tt she have money out her ass
Claimin you pimpin but ain’t got one b_tch
The only (hoes (hose)) is the one you (water ya lawn wit)
To you hoes that f_ck for fun and the ones that f_ck for fetti
If you ain’t finna f_ck Shawn then you ain’t finna f_ck Chevy
To The Source like a groupie in love with (Jordan Jackson
Vick Ervin and Tyson) I want 5 mics man… DAMN!
[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don’t 2 make me 3 go off
[music to fade]
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1,2,3 – Field Mob
[Intro – MJG sample from “Coming Out Hard”]
1 to the motherf_ckin 2 to the motherf_ckin 3
[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don’t 2 make me 3 go off
[Verse 1 – Shawn Jay]
We came up from the bottom to the top (top) started wit the rocks
Used to sell ’em to the fiends now I got ’em in my watch (whoa)
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya f_ckin trash
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
Run up and the pump’ll blast my n_ggaz is dopin
I’m the film in the camera n_gga picture me rollin
Picture me blowin… Trees chiefin purple daily
Weeds (no seeds) call it (Virgin Mary)
Chevy they say we broke up ([Chevy:] Oh yeah)
But we do shows and (split ends) like (blow dried hair)
Hold up… Joe stop the song (what)
Field Mob the answer to the question “What if BIG & Pac woulda got along?”
Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade
Getcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for God
Wit that said I been blessed oh man
The chain (red) like a (caffeine free Coke can)
So… damn the critics yall really fake
We got (hotter 16s) than that (R. Kelly tape)
Make cheddar when I grab the mic… see when the Mob in town
Hoes (go out in bad weather) like a (satellite)
Never have to ask ’em twice do it for the f_ck of it
Anything pop a pill drink a lil s_ck a d_ck
Who you wit f_ck ya click stay in ya place
Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face?
SLAP!
[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don’t 2 make me 3 go off
[Verse 2 – Chevy P aka Smoke]
I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I’m warnin ya
I’m finna (snap) like (turtle lips in a lake)
(wrap) more than a (Egyptian coroner) ya rhymes are borin us
Listenin to you is like watchin wet paint dry
Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet
Stop spittin them (kit kat candy bars) and (give me a break) please
Start writin ya rhymes yaself… as a matter of fact
Here’s a mirror and a (map) go and (find) yaself
Cause you been fake… You frontin like you did time in the state pen
But really was a nerd at Penn State
Cut the bullsh_t ya not a hustler
Y’all remind me of where I rent my DVds at y’all some (Blockbusters)
(Confessin) like (Usher) (soft) as (baby food)
Fixin to get us off the (block) like (star 82)
Mad cause I’m comin up and you ain’t and I’m buyin stuff that you can’t
I ain’t (50 Cent) but I got (Bucks) in the (Bank)
And I got a million dollar d_ck b_tch wood worth a lot of cash
If I f_ck her in the b_tt she have money out her ass
Claimin you pimpin but ain’t got one b_tch
The only (hoes (hose)) is the one you (water ya lawn wit)
To you hoes that f_ck for fun and the ones that f_ck for fetti
If you ain’t finna f_ck Shawn then you ain’t finna f_ck Chevy
To The Source like a groupie in love with (Jordan Jackson
Vick Ervin and Tyson) I want 5 mics man… DAMN!
[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don’t 2 make me 3 go off
[music to fade]
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