That Mo by Z-ro
Mo City Mo City, I got love for you
I layed up in jail, plus spilled and lost blood for you
They use to say we was a fashion show, because it was true
We can't help it if we got money, but we'll murder you too
If I beef with somebody, that's not successful like myself
I'm waging war against nothing, and I would need to check myself
Round here, everybody got a murder weapon
Not a beginner's pistol, leave and lease a 3-57
If it's breathing and it's walking, and it's talking it's a man
So I've got no reason to fear it, I'll drop it where it stand
Won't even say I'm real, cause real got too many new definitions
All I know, I begin and complete my mission
You got a problem with me, address it
Don't throw a rock into a pack of dogs, seeing if Rother gon' get the message
I stay ready to rumble, or to let them guns buck
I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
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I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
Bitch stop playing with me, stop playing with me
I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
With a weapon in my waist, everyday when you see me walking around
I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck
People wanna kick it with me, but I choose to be alone
Ain't nobody crazy about ya, that's why you on your own
That's including me, I'm not gon' invite you in my home
You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome
West Few Quay to the South Post, loc Dead End
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