2 love to the mob
With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin Dons
Call up Slaughter Gang, youll get your shit popped
Draco with a drum, this bitch aint never gon stop
We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit
Green Store shit, its the mob, bitch
Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick 
Pull up with a stick and these pussies gettin hit
Pull up with a stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
I put this on the ten, Ima end
His life, no beginnin, fuck a friend
Bitch Im with the mob, you cant get in
Weve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen
Free Omerta
Mob shit, big sticks, get killed 
Thought she was dancin on the dick, thats the clip 
We aint gon shoot up in the air, you gettin hit
Just GF, we aint clickin up with shit 
Got your hoe screaming woah, woah, woah
My verses ten, we aint gon fold, fold, fold
And you know we been havin shit
All of these niggas is average
Swallow my dick just like a Brisk
Do 25 hundred no Ethel Ridge
So many blue strips, my pocket look like a Crip
Throw it at peasants, fuck nigga, have it
Ho Im mobbin, you starvin
You a victim, Im robbin
Hey, show some love to the mob
With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin Dons
Call up YSL, youll get your shit popped
Draco with a drum, this bitch aint never gon stop
We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit
Green Store shit, its the mob, bitch
Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick 
Pull up with a stick and these pussies gettin hit
Pull up with a stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
I put this on the ten Ima end
His life, no beginnin, fuck a friend
Bitch Im with the mob, you cant get in
Weve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen
Free Omerta
Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
On choppas on choppas on choppas
Load up them choppas then go to your blocka
Go blocka, go blocka, go blocka 
We bout to smoke them boys
Bring out the blocka, go fuck the crime stoppers
Push sniff, Im a Rasta 
Got shrimp in my pasta 
If you the victim, victory, victory 
My bitch from Vietnam, Im bout to eat her groceries 
You know how we rock, you bout to get re-rocked 
Its so simple to touch you, I just got to reach out 
Pull up with a stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
Pull up with the stick, let it hit
I put this on the ten, Ima end
His life, no beginnin, fuck a friend
Bitch Im with the mob, you cant get in
Weve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen
Free Omerta