Young Moose n***a
Out The Mud

[Verse 1: Young Moose]
Im wit it n***a
Im committed n***a
Out the mud
How im livin n***a
Head shot
Come get it n***a
Then post up
I did it n***a
Trap hard
Buy more pistols
Come threw till they get the picture
Four weeks straight
Fuck n***as
Dumb n***a thought I was slippin
Cut 'em off like a pair a clippers
Then bang on 'em like Blake Griffin
Head shots
I complete the mission
All I hear is people bitchin
My mova like shouldn't have played witcha
Same n***a that stays witchu
Same bed he laid witchu
Ta be forreal he was raised witchu
Fuck n***a keep talking down
What the fuck people think they can walk around
Like a cruise fitta had ta chop him down
The car was hot
Had to walk 'em down
Bitch n***a dont make a sound
Matter fact dont come around
Same shit you dont know about me
Smack you up
Make you roll out
Pistol whip you
Knock your golds out
Fuck put his ass in the old house
Young wit that G gold out
Clap his ass
Bring the poles out
Dumb Dumb bring them hoes out
They see me
What you know about
Keep it on my
Be too crowded
Pop you then just forget about it
Call freak be callin me
That gold forever
That real beef
We come through
Went bang bang
Errybody think they Chief Keef
When we swing threw its a hurricane
Make sure yall ont get no sleep
Im goin hard like Labron
I got heat
Its on me
They got my picture in the district
Like Bobby Johnson
Imma OG
Slide down
Leave a n***a flat
Knock the air out of 'em like a slow leak
My bitch called said "good night"
Fuck out of here I ain't goin ta sleep
You bet mines go flip flop
When its rainin out yall bitches cheap
Dirty whore what you geekin for
Baby father tried to kick the door
Hell no I got something for 'em
He come in here we gonna go to war
Had his ass eating out of straws
K12 gun inna floor
Makin that money
My n***as get draw
My mans booked so im goin through it
Fuck the hitta you know imma do it
We ain't talkin you know imma do it
Talkin crazy I say imma do it
We real n***as we ready for war
The realest condition and give 'em some more
Servin the scramble and sellin the raw
Guarantee they come back for some more
You really want war that war, is you sure
[Verse 2: X Slick]
Semi automatic 9-millameter 16 shot hello tips
Hit a n***a wit a 350
Sendin n***as ass doing back flips
Im from Cherry Hill
Its a battle field
You fuck around get your shit peeled
You fuck around get you shit split
Get your head bust when your fucking wit us
My nuts is saggin like Afghanistan
Everybody got a gun in dey hand
They watchin up wit the binoculars up inna helicopters
Its Pakistan
Im hittin the hood wit a nuet bomb
Everybody knows my arms strong
Everybody knows Im King Kong
Im puttin all them little n***as on
16 wit a M16
You call me the slitherines
You n***as be takin them pop shots
My n***as be leavin the murder scenes
I ont like them n***as from the other side
I pull up to 'em
Now shots fired
Catch his ass from the blind side
Get them tips shots from the 405
I want a n***a to retaliate
Serve his ass onna dinner plate
I split a head wit a mac-10
While my little n***a gotta 38
Fire works like the 4th of July
Bum, bum, bum
N***a you die
Fire works like the 4th of July
La, la, la