Oh yah Mobb Deep
You wanna eff with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're rough ridin' with me, nigga?
You eff around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the eff up
Before you get smacked the eff up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from UCLA that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
eff you and your mother rough ridin' mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Rick Neuheisel
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother rough ridin' opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
eff UCLA,
eff Rick,
eff the Bruins as a staff, University, and as a mother rough ridin' crew.
And if you want to be down with the Bruins,
Then eff you too.
Norm Chow, eff you too.
All you mother fuckers,
eff you too.
All of y'all mother fuckers,
eff you, die slow [redacted].
My four four make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' EMAW riders.
MID West Side till' we die.
Out here in Kansas, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our crap goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got CANES under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
eff 'em.
We UCLA killers.
