[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
Uh, M.M.O. official
Young Gotti, let`s go
Uh, let`s go, let`s go
[Chorus: Triggnomm]
Aiyo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blow
We gon` take the shit to trial, we ain`t tryin` to blow
We M.M.O., and Money Moves Obstacles
Me and Itchy, spittin` fifty, fuck a hospital
Yo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blow
We gon` take the shit to trial, we ain`t tryin` to blow
We M.M.O., and Money Moves Obstacles
Me and Gotti, catchin` bodies, fuck a hospital
[Itchy-Fingas]
Aiyo, I blow speed limits, blow `dro with the windows tinted
I blow fifty grand, racin` my man
Blow fifty on my neck and my hand, we splurged out
Nigga blow you in the face and give you another mouth
Nigga blowin` at twice, nigga blowin` at dice
That nigga blowin` his life, that nigga blowin` his ice
I get blow, `bout twenty a gram in some towns
We ain`t no average dudes, twenties rabbit foods
I mash you fools, crash like, that`s the Coup
And if I catch you on my block, we gon` wet the stool
Yeah, you got guns, but you scared to shoot
I leave you hooked up to tubes like vegetables
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Been in the war, spinnin` white balls in a car
Droppin` like drawers and jaws, bounce like balls
Where`s the bread? Four lens, searchin` their head
And spurs are spread, separatin` limbs and legs
Arms are harm, hung from the palm of the arm`
Toss in the palm, Vietnam, harmin` them all
Send the word, it`s superb Benz with birds
A vengeance, abidin` by, soaked in `sherm
I still fuck local whores, cuz it`s yours
All in your jaws and your vocal chords
You want some blow? Or you want something to blow?
You want something now? Or later on tomo`?
Well, here`s the blow, and here`s somethin` to blow
Now let it go, pink in rain, sleet or snow
Yea, your nigga got guns, but he`s scared to shoot
Everything`s computerized, but you can`t computer
[Chorus]
[Triggnomm]
Heat blows out, in the street, we speed blow outs
When we blow out, see M.M.O., we `dro`d out
Braids, waves, bald heads or blow outs
So show out, I take a deep breath, blow out
Empty fours out, Triggnomm, Kurupt and Itchy
With a O of yae yo, and a folded fifty
Blowin` quickly, spittin` fifty at 50
Ya`ll still with me? Flow blow so swiftly
Can`t hit me, go past fast, can`t get me
Petey Pablo flow, ya`ll still with me?
Stick with me, cause when I blow, ya`ll gonna miss me
Blowin` fifty every year, not to fit me
[Chorus to fade]
