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Off the Muscle lyrics
[Mozzy:]
G-O-D, n***a, no, we don’t f**k with you b***h-a*s n****s
Keep your distance, n***a (L-Finguz, L-Finguz)
Fifty feet, n***a, gimme fifty feet, n***a
On the B
I know the streets’ll never love me, I still love ’em, though
This smoker in front the store just asked me what this hunnid for
I told him, “Get you somethin’ to eat, n***a, feed yourself”
Yeah, I done been in them predicaments and needed help
Yeah, I done been inside the walls and couldn’t afford a noodle
B***h ain’t pickin’ up her phone and that’s when s**t get brutal
Them altercations don’t determine whether not you poodle
I’m gang related with a gang of n****s you can Google
I never needed no approval, I could prove it to you
Your son ain’t got no life insurance, I’ma shoot it to you
And we gon’ make sure that he buried like the king he is
Watch how the prosecution pay me for the things I did
Stay in school, I really hope that quote’ll reach the kids
At least to keep ’em off the streets if it don’t teach ’em s**t
So all my brothers that ain’t present, I’ma keep you lit
Your labor wasn’t overlooked, on pebbles, they know we exist
We don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (Ayy, n***a, f**k them n****s)
Nah, we don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (It’s f**k them n****s)
Ain’t nobody gave me s**t, this off the muscle, n***a (It’s off the muscle, n***a)
Better get up off your a*s cheeks and hustle, n***a (Uh-huh)
We don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (Ayy, n***a, f**k them n****s)
Nah, we don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (It’s f**k them n****s)
Ain’t nobody gave me s**t, this off the muscle, n***a (It’s off the muscle, n***a)
Better get up off your a*s cheeks and hustle, n***a (Uh-huh)
[Celly Ru:]
We don’t f**k with n****s, f**k them n****s, blood, huh
Leave him stranded, have somebody come and pick him up
Get him done, put him in a bag and have you zip him up
B***h, shut up, you ain’t got no rank ’cause you ain’t did enough
This s**t be dumb but this s**t be fun and all my n****s love to trip for bruh
Do this s**t in public, like, my n***a, f**k it
We was in them trenches really thuggin’ and we made it somethin’
My brother put me on and I got rich, n****s ain’t give me nothin’
N***a, we can’t smoke together, we never been broke together
Tsk, never let my brothers starve, n****s should know me better
Give my only sweater to my n***a in the snowy weather
Waitin’ on this frost for so long I’ma send oldie letters
All my n****s in the cage or n****s in the grave
The streets don’t love me, I still love ’em, I’m forever ‘mazed
Why so many n****s from our game, n****s don’t know the pain
M-O-Z-Z-Y, that s**t is more than letters on a chain, n***a
[Mozzy:]
We don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (Ayy, n***a, f**k them n****s)
Nah, we don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (It’s f**k them n****s)
Ain’t nobody gave me s**t, this off the muscle, n***a (It’s off the muscle, n***a)
Better get up off your a*s cheeks and hustle, n***a (Uh-huh)
We don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (Ayy, n***a, f**k them n****s)
Nah, we don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (It’s f**k them n****s)
Ain’t nobody gave me s**t, this off the muscle, n***a (It’s off the muscle, n***a)
Better get up off your a*s cheeks and hustle, n***a (Uh-huh)
[E Mozzy:]
Game time, yeek twenty-three, the clip hang time
Gang signs, friendly fire, we ain’t on the same side
Never catch me stickin’ out my hand, I’ma chase mine
In the Chase makin’ deposits, I’m crossin’ state lines
If the people catch me with Tommy then I’ma take mine
Bail jacked up, call the bonds, I’m make mine
Had to cook, went with the look, he say to shake mine
I’ll be damned if I let a b***h n***a take mine
B***h, break mine, I don’t never have to take mine
Playin’ with the work, f**k around, get you shake, man
Quake mine, moment of silence, don’t make a statement
Better stand on every bit of word that you say, man
That’ll get you hit up broad-day by the gang, lined
‘Posed to be a killer, why the f**k you n****s say some’?
Put me in the jungle with hyenas, bet I make some’
Lawyer gave me the okay and said the case done, n***a
[Mozzy:]
We don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (Ayy, n***a, f**k them n****s)
Nah, we don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (It’s f**k them n****s)
Ain’t nobody gave me s**t, this off the muscle, n***a (It’s off the muscle, n***a)
Better get up off your asscheeks and hustle, n***a (Uh-huh)
We don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (Ayy, n***a, f**k them n****s)
Nah, we don’t f**k with n****s, blood, it’s f**k them n****s (It’s f**k them n****s)
Ain’t nobody gave me s**t, this off the muscle, n***a (It’s off the muscle, n***a)
Better get up off your asscheeks and hustle, n***a (Uh-huh)
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