i met her sunday, that was yesterday
the girl i knew from 1990
her eyes are hazel her name is mable
i kissed her once and now i’m able to
walk the mile, crack a smile
–chorus
she makes me want to kiss all the
babies, hug the puppy dogs
she makes me feel like my mom
smell the flowers and plant a tree
i gotta say that mable
she’s the bomb
now it’s monday, better than sunday
mable told me that she would stay
her curly hair shines in her eyes
boy that mable sure is fly
i’m with her now until i die
–chorus
then on tuesday mable left me
i heard she’s going out with charlie
she saw his package from what i know she said:
“that looks like a tube of cookie dough!”
mine, she said then, looks like a
small pencil with broken lead
rabies got the puppy dogs
and now i really need my mom
i bought her flowers, so woe is me
it sucks i still think mable
she’s the bomb

[Big Moe]
I done hit the pint to the head like Maan!!
Comin’ down gotta potent ass purple Sprite Maan!!
I hit tha boulevard red wit me tight like Maan!!
I hit tha boulevard man an I outta sight Maan!!
I dun took my gallon 2 tha whole head like Maan!!
Sippin’ potent ass drank I ain’t sca’ed like Maan!!
Them hatin’ ass niggaz they be dead like Maan!!
Moe comin’ down drank i dun spread like Maan!!
Comin’ down real 4 my Texas fo’ squash plexin’
Bought my car Lexus Maan!! I ’bout to wreck it
It’s dat Moe-torola South’z a money folda
Man I told ya befo’ my ?(Maan!!) a dime holda
In a drain man million dolla stain hit tha boulevard
Moe-yo gon spread rain(Maan!!)
I can spread drank man i’m sqeackin out tha barre
I’m rollin’ foreign car drank in my jelly jar
What’z up Noke D. what’z up Dolla Bill(Maan!!)
I’m higher than a hill I’m bout to throw my grill
What’z up to tha Darren what’z up to my niggaz
I’m down to pull tha trigga 4 tha major figga
Fuck Hilfiger FUBU shirt(Maan!!)
It’z tha Moe on tha mic I’m hittin’ where it hurt
U can’t fuck wit a G Big Pokey he’s my kinfolk til I D.I.E.
S.U.C Wreckshop Family(Maan!!)
I hit tha boulevard top down fearin’ uhh Maan!!

Chorus:E.S.G.
All my G’z in H-Town like Maan!!
Dallas ballaz puttin down like Maan!!
Where my Shreveport mangaz say Maan!!
All my Austin, Texas swangaz say Maan!!
Where ya’ll at in Lil’ Rock say Maan!!
A.T.L. ya don’t stop like Maan!!
New Orleans bling bling like Maan!!
Wach Wreckshop do a thing like Maan!!

[E.S.G.]
I hit tha showroom flo’ I live tha thug life
I want tha coupe to do twenties and kits my screens lit
Watchin’ beach party flick 2 patnaz takin turn I’ma Maan!!
10 thousand on my rist I’m da boss
Told me take my chain off let my body defrost
Fill like a frozen(Maan!!) Da chosen(Maan!!)
14 on my neck 5 thousand on my hand like Maan!!
Man I chop block like fanz man
See my perpellas when I land
Hoppin’ outta candy helicopta E.S.G. wreckshoppa
Fat lady gon’ sing tha opera
It’s over (Maan!!) I thought I told ya
Me & Moe-torola SOUTHSIDE SOULJA
and dat Poe-torola screwed-up clicksta
Call me E.S.G. tha freestyle fuckin’ fricta Maan!!

[Big Pokey]
I’ma jump up in this thang u see I’ma sayin’
I ain’t gon’ stop cuz this Sen-say 4 sho
Hittin’ tha do’ and bond to wreck it showin’ nutin’ but naked
But boyz respect cuz I’m tha Maan!!
Pushin’ a Benz or Lex-land painted tan
18’z kickin’ in tha ass like Jackie Chan or that Tae-bo
See that Hydro that’s all I blow and ask that Big Moe
Push a 4-do’ repre tha logo u know it’z me
Bite tha mic arr bitch I’ma G see
Won’t stop I set up shop then I wreck it
Show ass naked mob-style protected
Sen-say don’t play won’t play
Never did pop the lid on the pint
Turn it upside down and I’ma sip it
Gimme a kelo and I’ma whip it ship it
Distributed just like tapes
When I touch tha track tha track bein’ rape Maan!!
A gorilla untame nigga know my name
Sen-say uh Maan!!

Chrous:E.S.G.
All my G’z dat’z stackin’ endz say Maan!!
All my ballaz in tha pen’ say Maan!!
Where ya’ll at in S.A. say Maan!!
California all day say Maan!!
Crooklyn Queens let me hear u say Maan!!
Jersey fellas let me hear u say Maan!!
Florida killaz let me hear u say Maan!!
Tampa dealaz Miami say Maan!!
Shreveport Monroe say Maan!!
Alexandria P.A. say Maan!!
What ya’ll think it’z us skillz say Maan!!
Wreckshop in tha do’ say Maan!!

yo yo mutha’ fuckas is faggots yo’
im sayin’ y’all be suckin’ dick
man bitches be eatin’ pussy
you know what im sayin’?
bitch.

Call and I’ll answer at home in the lost and found
You say that I’m much too proud
Someone who’s taking pleasure in breaking down
Nevermind the mannequins, drunk in their hollow town,
Drinking their spoils down, cheap imitations
The revelation is now.
You wont find me I’m going MIA
Tonight I’m leaving going MIA
Getting lost in you again is better than being numb
Counting every minute till the feeling comes crashing down
Run when it hit’s the ground, I’m good at escaping
But better at flaking out
Calling unanswered the center becomes blown out
Stuck on the inside now
It’s fear I’m embracing
I never could face you down
Red, red, laced around your head
Cold and rescued
You wont find me I’m going MIA
Tonight I’m leaving going MIA
So you don’t find me I’m going mia
Tonight I’m leaving going MIA
Say good-bye to me I’m going MIA
I can find relief I’m going MIA
Getting lost in you again is better than being numb
Better than playing dumb

[DJ Paul]
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin’ Posse song
Niggaz that’s down to cut some muthafuckin’ heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin’ easy money, pimpin’ hoes is serious bitch
Makin’ easy money, pimpin’ hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I’ll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, ’til your skull crack
Blood gushin’, head rushin’, act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin’

[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don’t fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell ’em they gon’ get
A fool violatin’ the business, I ain’t wit’
And now in 2000 you talkin’ the same shit
And now in 2000 I’ll bust and I won’t miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya

[Cruchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I’m bustin’ your head black
You believe I’m comin’ strong, you believe I’m all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin’I got the weapon
Boom! Boom!
I’m blastin’ at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain’t got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don’t make no noise,just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain’t no way La Chat gon’ let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain’t got no love in my heart
It ain’t no way that I can’t handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain’t no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain’t gone easy

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a bitch’ll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can’t stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin’ that shit about this man you’ll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin’ chewin’, I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon’ start
See now that’s that type of shit that get my muh’fuckin’ dick hard

[T-Rock]
Capital Mack-11’s, and load ’em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect’s, we pull and lock’em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin’ automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I’ll b

DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)-
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin’ Posse song
Niggaz that’s down to cut some muthafuckin’ heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin’ easy money, pimpin’ hoes is serious bitch
Makin’ easy money, pimpin’ hoes is serious nigga

Project Pat-
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I’ll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, ’til your skull crack
Blood gushin’, head rushin’, act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin’

Lord Infamous-
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don’t fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

Juicy J-
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell ’em they gon’ get
A fiend wiolatin’ the business, I ain’t wit’
And now in 2000 you talkin’ the same shit
And now in 2000 I’ll bust and I won’t miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

MC Mack-
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK’s, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don’t talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin’ ’em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin’ in your door
4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I’ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow

Crunchy Black-
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I’m bustin’ your head black
You believe I’m comin’ strong, you believe I’m all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin’
I got the weapon
Boom! Boom! I’m blastin’ at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

La Chat-
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain’t got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don’t make no noise,
just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain’t no way La Chat gon’ let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain’t got no love in my heart
It ain’t no way that I can’t handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain’t no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain’t gone easy

Koopsta Knicca-
Man a bitch’ll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can’t stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin’ that shit about this
man you’ll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin’ chewin’, I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon’ start
See now that’s that type of shit that get my muh’fuckin’ dick hard

T-Rock-
Capital Mack-11’s, and load ’em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect’s, we pull and lock’em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent

And M.E. I eat dust
We’re all so run down
I’d call it my death
But I’ll only fade away
And I hate to fade alone
Now there’s only M.E.

We were so sure
We were so wrong
But there’s no one left to see
And there’s no one left to die
There’s only M.E.

Why shoud I care
Why should I try
Oh no, oh no
I turned off the pain
Like I turned off you all
Now there’s only M.E.

Yeah….uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.’s Land ya’ll
Where loyalty is everything[thunder sounds]
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
Let me tell you

In the M.A.F.I.A.’s land where there’s one rule
One clan yess man face around
It’s like stakes and pans
All ’em wanna be the man
Right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty’s priority in this fam
Where life is initiated ain’t no givin’ it back
Once you in it like Bennet
You’ll soon be Lieutenant
Like me,the Don Juan that Evon
The sweat-a,the money gett-a
Coppin’ mad chedda,see!
??? wondering how I got in this position
One dya Frank was fishin’,for competion,expedition
Number one,his name is Barry Modaddo
Pushin’ fat molatto,’96 ?miss? this
Cost ya ?barizono?
I lay gently in the Bently
Through binacular,he seemed popular
Givinchi socks,cartier poolates
H-class rocks and choms like Bohimians
Sick like lukimeans,receding hair lines
Watch how geniune,it’s gold mine
Recline while Frank pops the wine
I cocks the nine,niggas peep it from behind
And slipped they clips in with
One chick down with,pull ???? for shit
Tried to play Big Poppa,don’t worry
Minutes before I drop her,the blah! blah! blah!
They wanna roll me,the bitch violated
So how you like it,coffins or cremated
Yeah,you know what I’m sayin’

chorus:
There ain’t a day in my life that rolls by
That I don’t get high,sit back and won’t cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it’s just me and my niggas,whah
(repeat)

Street murders,thug parasites
We officialno fake gators
Coppin’ fire arms with dug missles
We leavin’ scare tissue
That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
Mob nigga what!threw the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles,this niggas loot
On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
Damn,I could’ve dealed for a couple mill
We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance
But still,they backed me down from all angles
Trapped inside the devil’s triangle
Like Bo I had to ?dangle?
And movin’ to slid up on these Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked
The other must be mixed with black
The third nigga had missin’ teeth and tatto tear drops
Long hair,chest for like a bag of rocks
I pulled the shots
I grabbed the keys to the lots,the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box,etc. etc. etc. and it don’t stop
I got away with everything,the cash and the stash

chorus:

So now I’m titled
Mission acomplished,my man was a stounch
He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
Stinkin!I know what this nigga thinkin’
Damn she’s too little,too pretty,too fired
The bitch is hired,mob’s wife for life
Diamond heist with Trife,contracts on your life
We increase the price,uuhh
So guess who the bitch iz,but for now I be the mistess

chorus:

It’s just me and my niggas,just me and my niggas
Whah,just me and my niggas
(repeat)

* piano playing *

Matt :

how the hell does that guy do it?
its impossible
because the trolley’s down here
like down here

* piano playing *

you cant get back
you gotta look
how are you supposed to pick up chicks if you gotta look at what your doing
it’s impossible
see, it cant be done
no human being can play that
it’s gotta be like
two midgets or something

This music is my time
To reel out and rewind
I’ll be brutal with truth
I’d rather be honest with my soul
Be the pile of trash
A bum picks through to get a bite to eat
I’m filthy
I’m horny
I’m dirty nasty dirty

I’m strong and fearless
Only ’cause I got rock ‘n’ roll
I’m knee-deep in our blood
Only ’cause I got rock ‘n’ roll

C’mon
Baby c’mon
Yeah
Baby c’mon
Break it

Crazier than I ever was
I’m bloodied up I beat my skull in
Comin’ home in a body bag
And I’m ready to die for rock ‘n’ roll
I can’t change the world
I can only change myself
I’m as sharp as a knife
As high as a kite
Demented as the night is long

I’m not sheddin’ a tear
I’m blowin’ some steam
Stuck in between
Living a dream

Baby c’mon