/biz/ - Business & Finance

Yeah, mumu fuckers better know
Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
Lock your windows, close your doors
Bobo Smalls
Huh, yeah
(I'm a bad, bad, bad)

My man Anon left a TEC and a nine at my crib
Turned him self in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, Anon, you with me?
Mumufuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight
And I'm stressed
Yo, Bobo let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat
The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back
Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?)
Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin' fucking mumus since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point blank, a fucking mumu sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogard
Have his mother singin', "It's so hard"
Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude
Because the mumu play pussy
That's the mumu that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too
Up the herringbones and bamboos
I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
I'm slammin' mumus like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cause mumu duke ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave mumus in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
When I bust my gat, mumu fuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
(What's bobos is mines and what's mumus is mine)