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M.O.B.
2Pac feat. Outlawz, Big Syke & Mopreme
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M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
Thugs known to burst on sight
God bless my crazy life la vida loca, homie living the thug life
Been raised in violence, homicide's my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players, you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
Bitches and niggas in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime (hmm)
My time as shorty was full of car chases (woo)
While running with John Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million niggas with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me, here's a clue, stay alert
'Cause we coming for you, and keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches (keep it money over bitches)
Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
I blow you up on the spot, these Glocks hot 'til you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me
Acting all new to me, I creep on you like puberty
You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
From here to East Greenwich, through every state with a sentence (huh)
Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One-two's we oughta cruise, right by the state troopers (wow)
When I'm drinking Crystal, start thinking 'bout Al
Bacardi covering my body at the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, 'cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies than Drew
I drink Mynotti on new, fuck your crew (yeah, nigga)
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the whole world, it's Fatal dawg against everybody
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
My shit's phenomenal, dropping like domino
Coming with the real you, and fuck what you feel, yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggas nationwide doing work, get your feelings hurt (hmm)
Lose more faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra, with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em
I'm stacking G's, my niggas crosstown got ki's
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies
Money over bitches (nigga)
Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
I'm hitting 16 switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues, I'll miss you on my road to riches
I'm contrited to strive never lagging
Disappear in the night, with my 64 dragon, rag flagging
As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
Pager blowing up but I don't give a fuck
I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of racks sterling
Lockers and smokers engaged 24-7
So what can you do for me, and what can I do for you?
But stay true, and do the things that we do
Blinded evil-minded, no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings
Losing my mind why you sweating me all the time
I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hoping, I hope he awoken
Paying my own that's toking, choking off-a Glocks smoking
Money and power watch these bitches 'cause they skanless
Getting niggas fucked and stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles
Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbing ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups, running in flocks deuce-deuce
In my socks, keeping a watch-out for cops
Getting kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosing my money over all my bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B, nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
That's right, nigga
Money over motherfuckin' bitches
Mob on 'em, nigga
Keep your motherfuckin' mind on your money, fuck these hoes
(Thug life, baby), you don't need no motherfucking bitches
You need some motherfucking money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules, and you'll get paid, fuck the fools (that's right)
We up out of this bitch here (we gone)
Biatch
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