Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayo, yo, yo, yo
Uh, uh, uh, uh (nigga know the deal)
Ayo, yo, yo, uh, uh
They know
Ayo, yo, yo (you know what the fuck goin' on nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas know the moto, black glock with gold hollows
In my dope boy stance, drinkin' out the gold bottle
Fuck tomorrow, war time, it's no sour
We do real mob business suit up, it's the Sopranos
Spill the tommy drum, two bodies on one tommy gun (brrr)
Circle 'round the block blow clips, until the tommy done
Body somethin', boy a bitch, he won't body nun
Youngins turned up from a hit, he say he got him one
The glock 20, got a switch, it's auto and semi
And we never talk to the law, y'all nigga real friendly
Suckers envy, set the tone, it's all trendy
They hear me scream two guns up, they gettin' busy
We the murder gang, it's the mob I know you heard of gang
Seven double O crime stone, we let them burnas bang (brrr)
Ghetto pain, thugs cry, it sound like ghetto rain
Ask them nigga, I'm really Heem, that was my ghetto name (they know)
Nigga don't do it like the mob do, a hunnit deep
Black fleet on creep, that's how we mob through
Cash rules everything around you, we from the streets drugs money and beef
This what we mob too
Ay, yo, yo, yo, yo
This what we mob too
From the streets drugs money and beef this what we mob too
Ay, yo, yo, yo, yo
This what we mob too, the streets drugs money and beef
This what we mob too
Uh, it's lil Heen the realist, really gangster you gotta feel this
I learned the game from dope boys and old killers
This mob business, pick his fingers he mob with us
And I go to war with the city for my niggas
Fill the body bag, take his soul from one shotty blast
Last nigga played with the gang, they went and got his ass (bap, bap, bap)
Body cast, two shooters in white hockey mask
50 shots don't switch glock, the beef would never last
We army vets, shoe strings that wrap around the tech
All black linen and boots who gettin' bodies next (who want it nigga?)
Show respect, say the word, and they'll blow his chest
Seven point six two tips, they rippin' through a vest
Made a check, sellin nicks, I used to play the steps
Pushin' Ps turnin' the Gs, I did 100 reps (I used to push that nigga)
Wish me death, niggas vexxed they send a hunnit threats
Went from sellin' crack on the stoop, to jumpin' on a jet
They know
It's Heem nigga (yeah, they know)
Like that
It's that's Eastside Grimey, know were to find me nigga (uh, uh)
They know