Oooo... oooo... Oooo... Oooo... Extreme entertainment, you buzz goes You're a little homie, run up on ya Any day you give it up Then you say, ho, shh I be mother I'm one of, start walkin' Just a hold of yo' clubs, *** I be mother, I be mother And if this gang kept in this city By the, then you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And a whole black truck, you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother Yo, what it do? What the business be? Word on the street, I know how to handle me But I ask your partners and your homies, how I handle beef I boot your head and leave you swole Like a manatee And have your reed pads packin' in the jamboree Now your mama puttin' pictures on the Manapee You better use that deal I be more, what? If you can't pull it out and make it go You know I'm talkin' bout you scary little boys Homie, we got no one to take a party Little boys, homie, look I'm one of the hottest Rappers up in the south And you gon' have to call a wiener Tryna put me on the homie, man I be mother, I be mother And one of, start walkin' Just a hold of yo' clubs, *** I be mother, I be mother And if this gang kept in this city By the, then you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And a whole black truck, you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And a whole black truck, you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother This is a West Bank rapper that you messin' with Mess over us, you be cryin', dyin' and sufferin' And right now is the right time for sufferin' If you try to mess over me and my other men I'm runnin' with bananas It's no time for fumblin' And your niggas flips, and they be tumblin' And yeah, homie, I'm a baby boy A retarded little one that'll blaze a boy You ain't gotta break bread, it don't fade the boy Cause your stuff's dried up like a raisin' boy And yeah, homie, I'm a baby boy Like a raisin' boy And yeah, homie, you played me, you played me, boy That's why I got my own stuff, makin' major noise Yo, when lil' homie run up on you And he tell you, give it up, then you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And when I start walkin', just start holdin' your clothes And say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And if this gang come in and say he bout to Then you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And a whole black truck, you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother Yo, when I pop that chrome I'ma have lil' homie duckin' like he just shot Rome And leave these ***s on the ground for some dude I got two for anybody pimpin' who won't do I'm home spittin' with these ***s up out my barrel Boy, I got some Z-28s, homie, I call them arrows Ain't wastin' a inch of my seconds Aim that *** that they dodgin' like Stratus Average homies don't wanna mess with the homies on the top Cause the homies from the top can pull a homie from the bottom, man Make lil' homie rob a man, take a homie prod a man Fend him to the wall and you can swell a homie's bite him, man Homie, I'm a fighter, man, Tyson, homie, bite him, man Shoot and put him out and you can swell a homie for you, man This ain't no different Stroke side lights you up like Christmas in a hole Yo, when lil' homie run up on you and he tell you give it up Then you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And when I start walkin', just start holdin' your clothes, say Ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And if this gang come and they say he bout a bitch Then you say, ho, shh I be mother, I be mother And the bitch that talkin' shh in a all black truck, you say Ho, shh I be mother, I be mother Oh, that's what it is right there The gangstas in the hood said make this hit, so I made this for them I don't know how I'ma do it, but I'ma keep it broke though What's up?