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wit' the mob and I'm goodie now
My buzz got ya bitch on my woody now, it's been a while, now look around
Back when the club was going up on a Tuesday

your pockets is drowning
Ice on my wrist so you know that I'm drowning
Know I got ties with the mob
Run with the gang we taking yo spot
Mask on my face

I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block all day
Fuck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting

M.A.F.I.A. Land

Lil' Kim

Hard Core

1996

mob's wife for life
Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
We increase the price, uh
So guess who the bitch is?
But for now I be

Politics got me dancing like a stripper
You lil' foul mouth bitch, play in traffic

Dungeon Family is the clique
We reach into the goodie bag and we'll

by my dawg if he wrong I'm still with it
We knocking shit off if you play boy we spinning
P.R.M be the mob or the gang no specific
Sent that bitch

Here He Come

Ice Cube

Raw Footage [Clean]

2008

focused
You the definition of what a fuckin' joke is
When they see you comin', they play with your emotions
Fuck with my emotions and they find you in

to buck the jack get shot in ya back boy 
Pour me up a four and then I move like a fat boy 
They be like getty mob this and getty mob that 
Getty mob toat

ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head

Big Booty Hoes

The Notorious B.I.G.

Born Again

1999

Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin' head on the highway

want a drum
Can I have a guitar
Miss, can I play the flute
I want to play the ukulele
Violin Miss
If the world won't let you play along
You have to learn

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

Play Minecraft cross - console edition
Sent my boys on a muhfucking mission
4 iron and a pumpkin block
Then you know any mob it's gon’ knock
This is

us to
Be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White

slap your dome 
Rot all your cor and bone
I do fine on my own but she needs to come
Stand by a King side 
When he sits on his Throne 
If they could they

the lute
The little boy from borough way he play upon the flute
Well scottie he sings the mulberry tree
And all our cares are flown
We're happy as lucks out

in here, no, wouldn't do that
Send some shots straight through your durag
Hard times, hard times
Nigga had them mob ties, mob ties

Pull up in the hood

your blessings
Name them one by one oo
If you check for your life ooo
Thank God for your wife ooo
Oh count your cars ooo
I say count your houses
Your

Shot Down

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
That say

game over 

Play lame, we get it, game over 
Plug change day by day 
Boy just get over it 
Don;t call me Queen, Jay
Baby girl and whatever 
You better

basketball, 'cause I don't play no basketball (nah!)
Disappear with your ho like a magic show
Got the lean on go, but I can't sip slow
Got a beam with

dice-shaker
Try play us, your whole crew will be price payers
Knife-waver, gat-toter, life-taker
Nice flavor, real fruity like Clyde Davis
Sweat suit, fly

of Night
Will you save my child
Go, Tamino play a euphony
A euphony with this flute of magic
Go, Tamino play your euphony
Let me tell you a tale
One of life

heroes"

Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
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