Lyrics:
send that walking
30 to your front door
Baby 3, he got that Choppa, better get low
Pack mob, big guns, and them bankrolls
We'll bust a nigga head
And get
Mob
Bruder, hör mein Tape mit meinem Squad
Bin in Wien fahr den Film wie New York
Kreuz auf meiner Chain oh mein Gott
Wie du siehst bin ich immer mit
on the attack
We're on the attack
Spent years surrounded by flowers
Get ready for our kitkan power
We're sick, of playing along
Just you try to stop us
Mob
Really afraid of who I am
And what I might do
I'm just chilling with the mob
Don't wanna go a hundred on you
Moving with my minds to easy
You don't
the words, told the bitch the fuck out of here
I treat bitches like shoes, gotta keep a pair
Affected by my surroundings, always on aware
Through any weather
dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in
dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in
Banner (Bruce Banner)
Shawty know wassup cause she a dancer (Yeah-yeahhh)
Like the way she talk with no manners
Got the mob by my side so put your hands up
ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
We bang thug life, outlaw
Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob
And we hittin these niggaz hard
So what?
need choppas
Nigga pull up tryna cap us
Then we pull up and we cap you
Drive-by, we attack you
Put you in a body bag spray two uzi mags
MOB, I'm finna
keep my fye' by my side, baby, I'm outside (I'm outside)
I stay with the gang, shawty, huh, I got mob ties (I got mob ties)
I can't get caught up
sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I
slow when I ride screaming
THUG LIFE pistol in the sky
Remember me as a real nigga when I go
The Hennessy got me riding
Dirty with my crew, nigga M-O-B
You are your own revolution
At least that's what you say
Every mob is made up of
Individuals just like me
You're singing louder to drown
Out
Fuck a bitch, get rich
I'm layin down the rules its a game that you lose...
its mob, its money over bitches everyday
I'm layin down the rules its
The Lynch mob gathered in the square across from the jail
Young Billy watched them from his cell and felt his courage fail
Bill swore he wasn't
walking's overrated
And we get by, through God and motivation
I was boxed in a room patiently waiting,
Mentally located in the book of Job
They say freedom is
the fuck I rep?"
I rep Bitch Mob til' my motherfucking death
Don't nobody care when you all by yourself
Strapped to the chair, you all need help
Who you
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come
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'
need it no more no
Tryin' to fit in the mob
But everyone is dying alone so
Leave your esteem by the door
Ain't gonna need it no more no
Tryin' to fit in
Sparks fly when I come by
You better give it up
Fuck mob ties when I'm outside
Niggas can't fuck with us
We could all die it's all fine
Kill me you
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