Heem - The Motto Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, ayy, yo, yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh
(Niggas know the deal)
Ayy, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh (niggas know the f*ckin' motto)
They know
Ayy, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga (uh, uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Niggas know the motto, black Glock wit' gold hollows (bap, bap, bap, bap)
In my dope boy stance, drinkin' out the gold bottle
F*ck tomorrow, war time, it's no sour (uh-uh)
We do real mob bidness, suit up, it's the Sopranos
Feel the Tommy drum, two bodies on one Tommy gun (brrt)
Circle 'round the block, blow clips until the Tommy done
Body somethin', boy a bitch, he won't body nothin'
Youngins turned up from a hit, he say he got him one
The Glock 20 got a switch, it's auto and semi
And we never talk to the law, y'all niggas real friendly
Suckers envy, set the tone, it's all trendy
They hear me scream, "Two guns up," they gettin' busy (yeah)
We the murder gang, it's the mob, I know you heard of gang
Seven Double-O Crime Stone, we let them burners bang (brrt)
Ghetto pain, thugs cry, it sound like ghetto rain
Ask them niggas, I'm really Heem, that was my ghetto name (uh, uh, uh)

Niggas don't do it like the mob do (they know)
A hunnid deep, black fleet on creep
That's how we mob through
Cash rules everything around you
We from the streets, drugs, money and beef
This what we mob too
Ayy, yo yo, yo yo
This what we mob too
From the streets, drugs, money and beef
This what we mob too
Ayy, yo yo, yo yo
This what we mob too
The streets, drugs, money and beef
This what we mob too

Uh
It's lil' Heem the realist (uh), really gangsta you gotta feel this (feel this)
I learned the game from dope boys and old killers
This mob bidness, pick his fingers he mob wit' us
And I go to war wit' the city for my niggas
Fill the body bag (they know), take his soul from one shotty blast
Last nigga played wit' the gang, they went and got his ass (bap, bap, bap)
Body cast, two shooters in white hockey mask
Fifty shots, don't switch Glocks, the beef would never last (brrt)
We army vets, shoestrings that wrap around the TEC
All black linen and boots, who gettin' bodied next? (Who want it, nigga?)
Show respect, say the word, and they'll blow his chest
7.62 tips, they rippin' through a vest (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
Made a check, sellin' nicks, I used to play the steps
Pushin' Ps turn into Gs, I did a hundred reps (I used to push that, nigga)
Wish me death, niggas vexed they send a hunnid threats
Went from sellin' crack on the stoop to jumpin' on a jet
They know ha-ha, ha-ha
It's Heem, nigga (yeah, they know)
Uh, like that
It's that's Eastside grimy, know were to find me nigga (uh, uh)
They know