(chours)
if you packin heat does that make you a G..?/
naw it means ppl be scared when dealin wit M.o.B./
but i know one thing is if you frontin on me../
me an my boi would be runnin up on your street/
now where is the beef...?/
now wheres your teeth ?
scatterd out on tha
street/


LiL-chris
ight i got this on tha lock/
like me levi an shane use to kick it on tha block/
holllaa what cha u got/
goin down like pac /
show who i am an that is alot/
M.O.B is the game LIL-Chris is the name preferd with tha fame/
spit it so quick, make it sound sooooo slick/
when the base drop its like holy shi*t/
lil chris on tha diss how could u miss this/
not gonna hide what i do u wanna freestyle shi*t ill go 1st for u/
if u got game imma tell who i aim/
cant get me shook, ill even tell u where i hang/
GET MY 12 GAGE IF MY RYHMES ARE ON ANY BODYS PAGE/

C.c
Best believe when you see crazy-cleve/
out on tha street, always grippin my cheese/
leaveing hoes please, down on there knees/
not even needing some heat but beefin is me/
feelin the beat, moving my feet/
M.o.B. is me an we be chillin at the elite spot/
where people come if they need roc/
cops follow behind, i speed walk/
they pull me over i lie till my teeth rot/
boizz shook lookin down the barrel of the pig'z glok/
hoodies on the block useing exscuses like we need pac/
believe imma keep my g'z locked, /
upfront an centa !!
otha sets are mad cuz my scrips sound a lil betta /
make alot more cheata/



(chours)
if you packin heat does that make you a G..?/
naw it means ppl be scared when f*ckin wit M.o.B./
but i know one thing is if you frontin on me../
me an my boi would be runnin up on your street/
now where is the beef...?/
now wheres your teeth ?
scatterd out on the street/

LiL-chris
if u a snitch u gonna learn/
stripes on the street u need to earn/
another thing is my spit so hot this shi*t burn/
i run that/
i silence the mack from the sounds of the gun clap/
ill let the croud tell u who won that/
sounding like the level where big puns at/
now who want dat/
i put em into shock/
selling bunk shi*t on 162 block/
look around who dont got the gun cocked/
the trunk popped/
not u so juss walk/

C.c
befor you do that, pass up your food an your wrist watch/
yo you think i ain't gonna jack you? juss watch/
tic toc oops! look at your blood as it drip drops click pop!!!/
tryina murda me this is hip hop/
your only familiar wit that slip talk/
stop befor i get your whole clique poped/
im'a break u down an then bust a crip walk/
imma keep goin till ya'll shi*t stop!!/
i'll take on all u while u let your lips flop/
your bitch hop, snitch talk, tha 5th stop is wher you get off/
i'll meet ya there an rip ya ear off/
while im beatin ya with a botle of smirnoff/
wait wipe thoes tears off/
this was a near toss/
im tha feared boss/
at the top of the chain ya digg that...?/
where your 6 at.? im done this sick rap/

heres another one


westside on the right middle finger on the left/
screamin f*ck tha police as im running outta breath/
im not a theif so why they tryna charge me for theft/
its cuz they crook's that dont go by the book/
they read through your right's with out a second look/
they wonder why they get took/
spit on an evil looked/
we arent shook just look/
lemme paint tha perfect picture so you can see/
how it looks to be as....
you maken money!! or askin around like a broke ass/
you a fake like them joke ad's/
you should take some of my quote's down on a note pad/
i toke man, but would never smoke an poke at/
the hand that feeds me/
if so i would probley end up wit a beating/
nocked out so it looks like im sleepin/
rolled over robbed shi*t now im bleedin/
never trust friends that are heaty/
feed the needy/
dont take from a culture then leave em/
yehh ya feel that!!!!

quantity is what i have, an not all that ive got/
ounces come by pounds an thats not all that ive cauped/
8 ball's in sock's an always keepin it locked/
im bound to get spotted for the numba one spot/
can you hear me commin..??/
no, but ppl on my block know when they havta start there runnin/
thats when the guns comes out look! now whos front'en/
your mouth keeps tellin tails like a story book/
talkin about how you used to get boiz shook/
naww that aint you just look/
im tha crook, that serves a mean hook/
my phone took wit feins booked/
cant get em all so i created a team bro/
so we can move more then just a couple of kilo's/
we dont need hoe's/
cuz we have girls that we fein fo/
to the point where we get sick/
that blow snortin up your nose quick/
that shi*t kills an you aint know this/
hol up hommie an hold this/
pack heat evey where i go boi you know this/
WHAT THA f*ck I THOUGHT YOU SOLD THIS!!?? /
hell no im always gonna own this/
give your girl one of her own kids/
she pregnant off only one kiss /
i dont think this hoe can roll wit/
get me a celli imma phone chris!/