M.O.B. Lyrics
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[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]<br />M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks<br />and you know we keep it money over bitches<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Thugs known to bust on sight<br />God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life<br />Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby<br />Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die<br />Boss players you wonder why<br />I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride<br />Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits<br />I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops<br />As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine<br />You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime<br />My time as shorty was full of car chases<br />While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's<br />Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew<br />A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through<br />You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert<br />Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches<br /><br /><em>[Chorus w/ ad libs]<br /><br /><em>[Fatal]<br />I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop<br />All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots<br />I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me<br />Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty<br />You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage<br />From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence<br />Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya<br />1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers<br />When I'm drinkin Cristal, start thinkin 'bout Al<br />Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile<br />Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you<br />I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew<br />This type of shit I do for a petty hobby<br />Fuck the world it's Fatal dog against everybody<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[Mopreme]<br />My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino<br />Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo<br />This is not for all the freaks in short skirts<br />This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt<br />Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja<br />Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom<br />Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's<br />My niggas crosstown got ki's<br />Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches<br />(Nigga!)<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[Big Syke]<br />I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches<br />The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches<br />I'm contribed to strive never laggin<br />Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin<br />As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck<br />Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck<br />I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin<br />Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven<br />So what can you do for me and what can I do for you<br />But stay true, and do the things that we do<br />Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring<br />Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings<br />Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time<br />I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind<br />Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches<br />I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[E.D.I.]<br />That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken<br />Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin<br />Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless<br />Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles<br />Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler<br />Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya<br />Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks<br />Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops<br />Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches<br />While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches<br /><br /><em>[Chorus - 2X]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />That's right nigga<br />Money over motherfuckin bitches<br />M.O.B. on 'em nigga<br />Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes<br />(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches<br />You need some motherfuckin money<br />Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight<br />Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools<br />We up out of this bitch here<br /><br /><em>[E.D.I.]<br />BIATCH!<br />