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MobWire

by The Jacka

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We on the radio nigga Your girl wanna blow me now Getting more head than a 30 on a 40 cal Turn the radio down I'm tryna hear If this tree is loud It's crazy that your bitch said we fly Cause we breathing clouds Got an eighth on me now tell The bitch bring a liter home It ain't cool but when I leave I put my heater on gotta be a nerd ass nigga Ain't heard of me before True Religion, and Stalin they my amigos too I ain't let a bird out the cage I let my eagle go coke on me, we leaning But I don't need it though Your girlfriend dropped 6 bands But i don't need you hoe Broke her when I met her when I Let her go she leaving broke Knock you squares off with this ladder You think we a joke I'm from California my nigga I Never seen it snow 'Cept for in my kitchen my nigga And we was weighin' blow Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire Never wanna rap on a beat 'less it's a (crier)? Feds wanna run through my spot Give me another prior Mane I'm turnt up with the Glock You scared join the choir S'Philthy, look, look I say these broke niggas mad I Got they rent in my pocket I went from being a used to Be to the number one topic The mob of the wire, the wire of the mob The hottest in the bay you Other niggas get your jobs I can't explain the feeling when I copped my first foreign Got shooters that'll get it done for A fit and some Jordans They say all I rap about is money Well bitch that's what I'm having I was real before rap on 580 with the package I salute any real nigga That really touching cash I really came from the bottom I Was working with my last Now I'm working with a whole thang I never stopped at half In every city I touch down I always rep the ave Only wish I ever had was to touch 36 ounces But I made it happen and It ain't come from rapping Unless you talking Saran Trafficking in vacuum sealed If you talking more than 40 We can talk about it They say leave the streets alone and I can get a deal Tryna sell this white girl like stress So I can get a meal mobwire nigga Part of the five families we Come to the round table I'm my brother keeper no Kane and Abel You see the purple label You see the foreign whips That's that Mobwire, Cypress Village Bay shit i was in the Matrix whip it Try to get a brick Go run and chase the money fuck a bitch Niggas snitching they tell them We the hottest on Smoking on purp watching the World through my kaleidoscope Pushing rhymes like dope and it paid off Now we playing with stacks like Bernie Madoff It's a celebration niggas Mazel Tov Livewire boss, I know these niggas hating Shoutout my momma rest in peace my Dadda your son made it Everyday my birthday, no happy belated Bitch I'm an Oakland Raider Bitch I'm an Oakland Raider Bounce out with your ass we the desintigrator So much paper, we got paper cuts Ya them other niggas cool, but they ain't us Fuck around get your whole head tapered up CEO shit, Tony Draper papered up Respect amongst man is what We demand of eachother AR with the double drum for My band of brothers Magazines asking questions about my track I think he was on people tryna wrap Me up but I see you You ain't heard that I'm the crack that you Gave me as one of them babies I'm so dope I can sell myself I'm way Too mainey ya this shit paid me You got rap cause the crack I Sold was killing my kind And so my other brother tried doing that time But his minds so all them Rookies talk about cookies Just imposters can't be mobsters I feel Like Tony around all these I never ask them why all these Squares tryna call me Rock I know the reason why Gotti went Gangsta gangsta with the banger Huey P and Lew real recognize real And nigga you a stranger I'm a real rider and this mobwire Bitch you'll fight and you'll hide Nigga I ain't got no friends you Either family or you gone buy Customer and I come for ya if You stab me in my back Niggas will catch you with ya kids We don't be killing niggas on wax These obituaries is facts extended In these tracks So don't try me with all these questions your Best bet is just to ease back, nigga Word to Sean my ratchets still Go off I promise word to who tried to show You niggas where the is We talking power when the illest niggas merge Mob Figaz, Livewire power surge in the song

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