You can't fuck with the criminal, rapping over gangsta shit   First I load the clip and then I make the hit   I know some of y'all can't fade this   Lench Mob niggas are the craziest      So you and your boys are ass-out   When I'm rollin' in a seven-deuce glass house   The Mob ain't nothing but a menace   When we get the motherfucking dog in us      Playing them old beats   I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies   Ready to peel your cap   You can't believe 'Faces of Death' on wax      Some say the Mob ain't positive   Man, fuck that shit 'cause I got to live   How I live and you could either give a fuck punk   Yo or get your ass bucked      Some rappers are Heaven-sent   But Self-Destruction don't pay the fucking rent   So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job   I'd rather roll it wit the Lench Mob      To be down with the Mob is simple   Mind your own, you want a spot find your own   And take mine if you're badder than the strong man   I do the right thing, I do the wrong thing      Do anything 'cause I ain't faking the scene   It's all about how much bacon you bring   And if you see something from the gat, I will stuff it   Yo, you ain't seen nothing      'Cause if you testify, you're living blind   'Cause in the city you live and let die   Rolling with the fools, One Time can't beat   On my knees in the street, interlock my hands and feet      He said, "I know you" I said, "You might   My name is Ice Cube, I did a song you didn't like"   So he soaked me up like Bounty   Had to do a week in the county      A piece of cake it was just like a party   'Cause in the county you know everybody   No, I didn't kill or steal or rob   Locked up for what 'cause I'm rollin' wit the Lench Mob      If you know a female that's rollin' with the Lench Mob   Watch your step 'cause the gat is kept   In the purse like my homegirl, Yoyo   You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no      'Cause if you are, I'll be the first one to bust you out   After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you out   Get the picture or bitch   You'll get the eighty-six      If she wanna try and mix   Business and pleasure make up your own mind   You gotta be a hoe on your own time   Don't sleep 'cause even on a solo creep      Yo the Mob is still deep   And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit   You thought you got with the crew you can't get with   So get the noose ready for the lynching      Now 235 is what I'm benching   But nowadays it's still not enough   I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush   Give me the gat, step back and watch me do the job   Rolling with the motherfucking Lench Mob