Bonus Track

Nigga this is, dope shit for real niggas to mob to
 Husalah Husalah if I, need to remind you
 Thirty-six shots on my side dude
 If it's really on suckas die when I slide through
 Plus I got twenty-fours on the drop
 Knockin' hoes on the spot off top
 Nigga my gun go dumb blam mob shit dumb slap
 Everytime the Husalah rap boppas get dumb ready
 I fuck wid work not sluts they both come in heavy
 White shit two times on my frouton
 Either with ya wife or crack my face a coupon
 That's low price Sally toss a crouton
 Hold crack in ya butt bitch the Hus real
 Plus I got a left cross that'll slap and leave a nigga stiff
 Leave a nigga like a bootleg tape
 When I rip a nigga wid this razor in his face grace his face
 Everytime I did the '73 Caprice they see the whip is way older than me
 Out listenin' to the stupid freaks
 Slick Rick Freaky James in the trunk
 When I dump on a punk nigga what it's young Hus
 Ya say one thing and do another
 Creepin' but the Husalah's ready for the smother
 My niggas'll kill you, killlll youuuu
 Ya say one thing and do another
 Creepin' but the Husalah ready for the funk man
 My niggas'll kill you we ready for the smother
 I write music in the dark off the beat of my heart on a cold, block
 Waitin' for the heat to spark
 Itchin' for the sun to go down
 Cause when my shiver start
 If it's all to ya eyes keep fuckin' wid the Husalah
 Cause from my stand point I'm seein' niggas self destruct
 It's not cool how my day to day life go
 Big rims and rifles high guy where my knife'll go
 It's the violation committed by alleged defendant
 My DNA real mob I'm a royal defendant
 A royal descendant of pure hustlin' Dominicans
 Niggas oil and chickens
 And padico coke for milk that niggas is sniffin'
 Simply to make it simplistic, my building's terrific
 I feel it, what niggas tryna do but lace me wid the mob
 I'm resurrectin' the era of '94 just to make it pop
 And when it's dumb ass back lit we stack chips
 Whether we stack bricks or learn from this rap shit
 I come through wid the fifty round and clack shit
 Clack clack cla-clack like I hits dome called
 Dome called dome called body shit
 Every since I, was a young buck nigga
 I ain't never in my life been a young punk nigga
 Known for my knock outs and dumpin' on niggas
 I ain't talkin' bout suckas ya had to be stone killas
 And that's the way we got our stripes yo
 I swear to God my whole life I sold coke white bro
 Never had a chance to take a flick wid a prom date
 Never seen the tenth grade let alone graduate
 And that's sad for ya nig but I was lovin' it
 Soakin' hella game from the OG's that was fuckin' wid
 Nino G-Mac west on a late night hype
 He caught a hot one took eight
 Them pack of wolves tried to give him life
 I was out there wid Ruler that night
 He went down got back like nine zips of cooked crack
 These fake rappers keep dreamin' man
 Most my nights I cooked and sleep in the evenings man
 But you could only feel it if you lived that life tho
 This the type of shit I think about at night bro
 Killing, drug dealing, and prostitution
 Upholdin' the fifth amendment of the constitution
 Homie said he's wid the shit but never got arrested
 Wearing a stop snitchin' shirt, but you the one tellin'
 Now ya only gettin' seen in remote towns
 Pop up in the Bay and get yo bitch ass mowed down
 It's the Mob we the main event nigga
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 Boss gang my niggas but we gon' keep it lit tho nigga
 You feel me?
 Niggas talkin' bout killing
 That's some funny shit