Lyrics:
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit
I be on some fly nigga
surprise, youse dumped on by some ki's on the rise
Shot yo' ass when I'm pulled out the chrome
I was puttin' niggas in the pavin' before this rap shit
for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
Ha ha ha ha ha
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin'
a 50 slab divided it up with the team
Sold em all double-down did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin dimes to forty
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
but I was makin' it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
All about my
crying
Softly
In a dark and
Dangerous place
Sheæ?¯ imprisoned by no
Language
Fear grips her tiny face
In gods house she
Held a hostage
By a cruel
Now!
In Paris, when the mob surrounded you, who was there? We were there.
Where was she when the low men hounded you? Gone, long gone. We stayed on.
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the No Limit mob you better move fast
Being real cause the P don't high side
89 did my
couple of guns
The funds wasn't the issue, it was other shit
That had me flippin' on my brother's shit
Stealin' from my mother's shit
Cry by myself, I
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
swarming hacking off limbs
Falling bodies, severed heads
Pure destruction by the mob
Butchering all that they can see
Honing their insanity
Headlong
It's mobbin'... this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)
[Verse One]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit
as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob niggas
Looking for they cream
And word got back through this
Fiend that it was me who stole they lucci
Now they
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
the shit like M.O.B. ante up
Ah yeah issa Crazy P hit
Now roll yourself a jay and take a hit or two
And smoke by yourself or with your boo
Or pass it round
voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle,
business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga
And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards
I'm not Scarface, but after the money
kings on the rise
Yea we control the nation
I can’t be proud
If my daughters cry
Nigga look me on me eyes
This is that
Mob feelin
Follow by mob
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