M.O.B.
God bless my crazy life / La vida loca, homie / Livin’ that thug life
[Hook] [2Pac] (x2)
M.O.B.
Nigga ’cause we mob
On you tricks
And you know we keep it
Money over bitches
[2Pac]
Thugs known
To bust on sight
God bless my crazy life
La vida loca, homie
Livin’ that thug life
Been raised in violence
Homicide’s my lullaby
Came with the homies
And learned to kick it
Until we die
Boss players
You wonder why
I live the life
Of a ghetto kingpin
Just let me ride
Bitches and niggas
In Penitentiary suits
I send ’em letters and money orders
And make ’em my troops
As for you females
I got no time
I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me
Addicted to a life of crime
My time as shorty
Was full of car chases
While runnin’ with John Gotti’s
And Scarface’s
Niggas knew
I’d be the Don
In my own crew
A million niggas with automatics
Who swarm through
You wonder who shot me
Here’s a clue, stay alert
Cause we comin’ for you
And keep it money over bitches
[Hook]
[Hussein Fatal]
I blow you up on the spot
These Glocks hot ’til you drop
All you wannabe cops
You don’t wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police
Peep what these streets do to me
Actin’ all new to me
I creep on you like puberty
You don’t wanna see
The bad image of this scrimmage
From here to East Greenwich
Through every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2’s we oughta cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I’m drinkin’ Cristal
Start thinkin’ ’bout Al
Bacardi coverin’ my body
At the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two
Cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies then Drew
I drink Mynotti on New
Fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world
It’s Fatal dog against everybody
[Hook]
[Mopreme/Komani]
My shit’s phenomenal
Droppin’ like domino
Comin’ with the real yo
And fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks
In short skirts
This is for my niggas nationwide
Doin’ work
Get your feelings hurt
Lose mo’ faith than a composure
Money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra
With deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get ’em
Stackin’ G’s
My niggas crosstown got ki’s
Hoes get diseased and fleas
For these enemies
Money over bitches
(Nigga!)
[Hook]
[Big Syke/Mussolini]
I’m hittin’ sixteen switches
My money over bitches
The struggle continues
I’ll miss you on my road to riches
I’m contrited to strive never laggin’
Disappear in the night
With my 64 dragon
Rag flaggin’
As I get ’em up and leave ’em stuck
Pager blowin’ up
But I don’t give a fuck
I’m fully stocked on the block
Pockets full of rocks sellin’
Loc’ers and smokers engaged
Twenty-fo’/seven
So what can you do for me
And what can I do for you
But stay true
And do the things that we do
Blinded evil-minded
No option for my offspring
Reminded can’t find it complications
What the future brings
Losin’ my mind
Why you sweatin’ me all the time
I’m caught in a bind
Quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey
And dodge you like snitches
I’m ’bout my riches
Money over bitches
[Hook]
[Yaki Kadafi]
That’s from the time
A nigga close his eyes
I’m hopin’
I hope he awoken
Payin’ my own that’s tokin’ chokin’
Off-a Glocks smokin’
Money and power watch these bitches
Cause they skanless
Gettin’ niggas fucked ’n stuck
From Timbuk’ to Los Angeles
Ain’t a nigga ruggeder
Than this grimy Heine’ guzzler
Cowards better duck before
My calibers start rubbin’ ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups
Runnin’ in flocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks
Keepin’ a watch out for cops
Gettin’ kicked
I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes
Keep me choosin’ my money
Over all my bitches
[Hook] (x2)
[2Pac]
That’s right, nigga
Money over motherfuckin’ bitches
M.O.B. on ’em nigga
Keep your motherfuckin’ mind
on your money
Fuck these hoes
(Thug life baby)
You don’t need no motherfuckin’ bitches
You need some motherfuckin’ money
Get your mind right nigga
Keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules
And you’ll get paid fuck the fools
We up out of this bitch here..
BIATCH!