1，2，3
1,2,3 - Field Mob
1 to the motherf**kin'
2 to the motherf**kin' 3
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
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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**kin' trash
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
Run up and the pump'll blast
My niggaz is dopin'
I'm the film in the camera
Ni**a picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily
Weeds no seeds call it Virgin Mary
Chevy they say we broke up 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 and 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 y'all 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**k of it
Anything pop a pill
Drink a lil suck a dick
Who you wit f**k ya click stay in ya place
Charlie Murphy what did the
Five fingers say to the face Slap
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
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1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
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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 b******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 dick b**ch
Wood worth a lot of cash
If I f**k her in the butt she have money out her a**
Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one b**ch
The only hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit
To you hoes that f**k for fun and
The ones that f**k for fetti
If you ain't finna f**k Shawn
Then you ain't finna f**k Chevy
To The Source like a groupie in
Love with Jordan Jackson
Vick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 mics man damn
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1 2 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off