Letra Mob business Yukmouth

Mob business

Featuring Ampichino , Freeze

(Verse 1)
I'll handle you niggas with cannibal weapons
Hanibal Lector, put a ham sandwich in this nan your scepter
Ain't no referees we leave them breathless
Swiss cheese I'm seeds then we eat them for breakfast
Young and we restless, trying to make my ex set out the business
In the kitchen, I'ma kill us
Screaming what's the business, I spit it 'cause I live it
I talked it 'cause I walked it on these real niggas feelings
Ready for your coffin it's mob business we mob figures
Ain't no chucking the diamond dog we rob niggas
No joking or hoping god forgive us
But I'm willing to die for my niggas

(Hook) x2
It ain't no business, like mob business
My familiar first jet flying cigar clipping
Hussle in the rain and I did it with my niggers
Wouldn't change shit rap about it 'cause I live it

(verse 2)
I close my eyes and envision my next move
Smooth as a swipper of a rollie hand, napolian dynamite
All of my signifying monkey feet
Never step on my toes I'm never slick
When I'm asleep, third eye , six sense buzzing , I'm ill cousin
My watch face make eyes watered like peel onions
While you was peeling bananas I peel hundreds
And invested in my future take over like it's nothing
Big prone girl on the front it's a crow woman
You don't feel how I feel I'm stroking like feel drumming
Clearance called I declare this a holiday
Peel a nigga for you the 40 blew off his face

(Hook) x2
It ain't no business, like mob business
My familiar first jet flying cigar clipping
Hussle in the rain and I did it with my niggers
Wouldn't change shit rap about it 'cause I live it

(Verse 3)
I'm talking Benny Hundred sushi OG like tooki
Felucci, polo horses rode the riches like cougi
Fuck cougi bitch nigga this gucci maseratti blaze
Chopping like Bruce Lee it's a movie
Way fair I got more sipping Louie
I'm married to that white girl like Ricki Bacardi , I love lucy
My uzzi the way I turn I keep it thriller than Bun
It's man season I'm moving that AZ like the tons
I'm like Bunz the belly stacking the ones
Riding 600 with twin guns like Big Pun nigga
Right in the middle of little Italy , little did we know
Any riddle, the middle man y'all keep you killing me

(Hook) x2
It ain't no business, like mob business
My familiar first jet flying cigar clipping
Hussle in the rain and I did it with my niggers
Wouldn't change shit rap about it 'cause I live it