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lune squad - problems lyrics

[intro: bukshot]
hoo! hoo! hoo! hoo!
you can get done, k!lled in one
talkin’ that game, get dumped in the mud
get drugged by the lunes with the mud
or tossed in the trunk by mean uncle buk

[verse 1: boogie]
you don’t want to get stomped in the street (in the street)
blood drippin’ off the 23s on my feet (hey, on my feet, hey)
man, you know these p+ssies soft as h+ll
when i ran up on they car they pressed the gas pedal and bailed (and bailed)
boy i’ve been down for the longest
c walkin’ on b+tches, rippin’ regals and impalas (and impalas)
i got big guns, bullеts that don’t stall
clips look like bananas, test your luck on this quick draw (quick draw)
f+ck naw, the mob don’t play
it’s bukshot and lunе squad, you better watch what you say
we dump your body in the barrel ’til you start to decay
then cut you up and serve your corpse as if you was a buffet (you was a buffet)
p+ssy! now i know that my mind is f+cked up
i will beat your ass until the lights come on in the club, son
drag you in the parking lot, go through your pockets, i’m on one
if you thought this was a game, motherf+cker, i just won (i just won)

[pre+chorus: bukshot]
you can get done, k!lled in one
talkin’ that game, get dumped in the mud (hey!)
get drugged by the lunes with the muck
or tossed in the trunk by mean uncle buk
[chorus: bukshot]
you don’t want these mobsters, mobsters (hoo!)
you don’t want these mobsters, mobsters (hoo!)
you don’t want to brawl with us
we the mob, ho, you don’t want problems with us (hey!)

[verse 2: krawley]
hey boogie it’s on, godd+mn it, it’s on
you keep talkin’ that sh+t and you’ll be dead by dawn
run up on you and your boys like my name was shao kahn
you keep messin’ with the mob and it won’t take long
for you to come up missin’, wishin’ you hadn’t had said sh+t
keep that same energy gon’ get your d+mn head split
swing it and chop with a fl!ck of the wrist
you just another f+ckin’ name that i can x off my sh+tlist
so f+ck your clique and everybody in your crew
this is ls, lil b+tch, bukshot and kung fu
there ain’t nothin’ you can do once you’re in the line of view
return of the living dead and we comin’ right at you
it’s no problem to catch a motherf+ckin’ case (motherf+ckin’ case)
you can get a footprint in your f+ckin’ face (in your f+ckin’ face)
throwin’ up that ls while we drive away (drive away)
you know we be on that mob sh+t every f+ckin’ day (every f+ckin’ day)

[pre+chorus: bukshot]
you can get done, k!lled in one
talkin’ that game, get dumped in the mud (hey!)
get drugged by the lunes with the muck
or tossed in the trunk by mean uncle buk (yeah!)
[chorus: bukshot]
you don’t want these mobsters, mobsters (hoo!)
you don’t want these mobsters, mobsters (hoo!)
you don’t want to brawl with us
we the mob, ho, you don’t want problems with us (hey!)

[verse 3: kung fu vampire]
i’m down with lune squad and the style mob
k!lled a p+ssy like i’m luca, flamboyant like i’m rupaul
it’s a ruse, y’all, to let your guard down
you can’t f+ck with cats like me, i’m really tapped in and brutal
in a bad mood, i am really taboo
eatin’ chicken katsu like a mad goon
i steal your ruca, she a puta anyway
make her run my dope from nicaragua to paraguay
back to the ville on the tarmac at muhammad ali
sippin’ barrel+aged bourbon, slugger from kentucky (from kentucky)
we gon’ take ’em out, shut your f+ckin’ mouth
now she tryna f+ck me in the front, c+ckpit, i don’t lift her blouse
i’m the one reloadin’, chompin’ at the bit, eyes on the house
west coast and i hustle with the south
importer of large amounts, problematic on all accounts
you don’t want none of these problems, f+ck around and find out

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