Lyrics:
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
Calling, calling the ATL south and the whole entire world
Get up, get into it involved
Looks like a job for the Goodie Mob, lets work
Standing
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
They got hit so bad, believe me
They never complained again"
Picture me soundin' like the
World wide mob figure
Whoo-riders this Syke, call me that
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
all the feds and informants
There ain't no way you bout to bother me lately
I swear to god my life got directed by Martin Scorsese
I'm on that mob shit
Pop out
Put the street on lockdown
Rush 'em at one hundred percent, I feel like I'm Mob now
Pop out
Put the street on lockdown
Rush 'em at one
to kill the mobs by this server
At least they all know all they hear comes from a world
Oh, I know how to fly up off the ground
And ever since the new
Ride with the mob, slide with the mob
Talkin' all that shit then you get hit with the mop
Oh my god, oh my god
You a broke boy hatin' on the low I
Hey what up shake how's my boy from france doing
Yeah man all good by the way I got some dope shit here
Send it man lets go
Straight outta street
out the long weeks
Get faded form bomb weed
Move calmly
Staying Beyond Free
The asphalt we draw chalk on is our pavement to walk on
We all keep the mob
ain't in a mob
Bitch, you the bitch
You behave like a street hoe
99 problems
And I got some more, hoe
She got some tiffany
And she wants to get some more
snakes have shot toward him
[Chorus]
Fly mob, the Universal Heartthrob
Aye, aye, aye yo Fly mob
The Universal Heartthrob
Aye, aye, aye yo Fly mob
"Please stop lyin'"
Hey, check the Rollie, bitch, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see
This the dark side
Aye
I eat my greens just to be like Popeyes
Ya shorty bad but she can't with the mob ties
Put her ass to sleep my dick
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
[Featuring Outlawz]
2Pac: Spoken
No one separates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row
We lit, we live
Free drinks, we slide
All a**, no thighs
We mob, no ties
We drip, you drown
We smoke by pounds
We lit, we live
She hit the wood now
By myself I'm steady mobbin (Mob, mob, mob!)
Loose off the proof
Don't get me started
Even Killers and drug dealers
Came to church and still saw him
and watch me mob
But I never came but I never catch a shot
playing yeah, jane boy, I'm flying like a god
day by day used to push it to the spot
now days I
coming over yeah
Yeah
She got mob ties and we suited
She straight, she woke
She lame with that fake shit
I can tell she wants to stick by me
She came from
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