Fat Tone Mob Life Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Tone]
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Yeah
Fat Tone and Young Rich, bitch
(Uh huh, uh huh), Yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Uh huh, uh huh)
What you know about this? Bitch?
I'M A VET!!!

[Fat Tone]
I'm raisin' niggas off the ground - thirty five feet
When the chop spit fire
I ain't 'gon retire - I'm a ridah!
That's from the killer Killa City
On the real tho, I be stompin' in my steel toes
(?), we bust shots with the .44
At JoJos on a low-low, catch Fat Tone on a solo
I'm so SERIOUS!
I dump shots with the chop, and leave 'em curious
Y'all can't f*ck with me! You off-brands 'gon get enough of me
I'm dustin' motherf*ckas for the duckets, 'ya see?
Y'all be duckin' from me, and y'all be duckin' from these
Multiple bullets, when Rich dump the .223s
That's on my mama!
I'm a ridah till the finish, I bring the drama -
So if you in it? Oh boy!

[Rich the Factor]
Bitch, K.C's the town, don't get (?) down Pull a '561, and then I leave the town
Smokin' weed by the pound in a hick town
Pushin' kicks now, with a new name like Vic Brown
Kinda close to a tick' now, party scene on sticks now
When I pulled in front on 25ths with the big sound
2000 (?) small cake
I network with Tone 'cause he'll pass the ball mane
The city was in Mississippi, the scritch was comin' so quickly
I got spooked, Fat Tone flipped the coupe
I had a half'a'foe tho, duckin' federal fo'doors
Movin' coast-to-coast tho, me and young Tone Loc
He thorough like me, he keep a barrel like me
And will put holes in your apparel like me
I give a f*ck about (?), I'm repping the set
Buy me a crackpot and get me some rack

[Chorus: Fat Tone]
Now I - will... Bust shots with the tech
That's if you trippin on me and my SET
We be whippin them Lexuses and 'Vettes (uh huh)
In the Midwest (uh huh) back to the West!

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