[Intro: Armstrong]

Yeah

Duct Tape Mob shit, nigga

Y'all fuck niggas feel the pressure we applying, nigga

Don't get it twisted, nigga

Trouble home, nigga

431 days free to be exact, nigga

You know what I mean?

I picked lil bro up in an armored truck

He told me the first day

The first [?] nigga holding ahe door [?] he say

Big bro, I'm 'bout to go hard on these niggas, man

I ain't taking these motherfucking boots off, nigga

Til we go get that boat

With A.J. name on the side

He say he got me, nigga

And I feel the motherfucking pain, nigga

Y'all fuck niggas see what it is, nigga

Y'all see we strong out in these streets

A nigga ain't playing, nigga

We 187 in [?] shootouts, nigga

We'll beat a nigga ass

Taking these niggas' hoes

Y'all fuck niggas know what it is, nigga

Mob shit

[Verse 1: Trouble]

Uh huh

Think it's a game if you want to, recognise

Niggas keep guns on they side, but I know that they won't shoot

I kept my prison boots on for a reason

I'ma stay in combat mode

You can call me Rambo, ammo

Unlimited [?]

And niggas keep turning they backs, and they don't see this shit

[?]

[?] in the street, but always talking 'bout they thugging [?]

I grab the cannon and I really get to busting, bitch

[?] how I roll when I [?] shit

Who gon' be next?

[?] don't wanna make the list

I get [?] on you pussys just for overlooking

And faking it, when a nigga knowing they [?] shit

I'm from the city you ain't seen, y'all know what I mean

When niggas shoot your whole face off, face off

[?] word, nigga, I'ma take off

Me and Dolla on the pill, posted on the hill

[?] bet you gon' know what it is

When I step up in this game

Trouble Trouble, remember the name, pussy

[Interlude: Armstrong]

Hahahah

See what I'm talking 'bout?

Young niggas spitting flames, man

Ain't no mercy on you niggas, man

[?] nigga got that shit cross his neck, 'cause he mean it, man

Real mob shit, you know what I mean?

We gon' put the house on these niggas, man

We applying pressure this year, nigga

2012 beyond, we on this shit

Time for y'all fuck niggas to go, nigga

Get your passport, nigga

Fuck out the country, nigga

We run this shit

Mob shit

F.S.C., nigga

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]

Did you just think it was a game?

Well, Alley told you pussy niggas that we want in

I hope not

Why not?

'Cause I won't bend

But you will get killed, [?]

Now that's word to Scoob, smoke [?] like I'm Kobi like you know me

[?] my body is taken over by liquor, picture me [?]

[?] body drop

While I'm plotting on the top

With a godfather and mob brothers

Fuck Shit Crew is what I represent too

And I send a middle finger, pussy, fuck you

Bitch play crazy, believe she getting fucked too

No mercy, na

Pussy, we want it all

I am Ken [?], one call

It's all it take to get you

[Outro: Armstrong]

I told y'all niggas

You know what I mean?

We gon' let the tallent speak for itself, my nigga

At the end of the day, it's fuck any nigga that ain't with this shit, nigga

We [?] nigga

It's us against the world, nigga

Fuck everything else, nigga

It's Duct Tape or nothing, nigga

Fuck Shit Crew, nigga

And you see [?] nigga

Nigga, we moving our body tempreture, nigga

This shit too hot, we getting that [?], nigga

Cool you off, nigga

Real shit