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(feat. D-1) [talking] Ye-yeah, what up world, it's your boy C. Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward, one more 'gain Tha M.O.B. General, I'm back with the Mob boss Sensei We got this new "Mob 4 Life" cd, we want y'all to check out Raw and uncut, some stuff we put together for the streets to bang From the South to the North, from the East to the West I wanna thank all the haters (thank ya) And ery'body else, who put forth to this here project Roll with us on this one, one love let's go [Hook x2] It's M.O.B Money Over Bullshit, you know me Keep it low-key, what big bro told me Them niggaz don't know, what them niggaz don't see [Big Pokey] In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck On track split wigs, like a axe in the hat You know how I act in a Lac, I'm a hog T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall Letras de cancionesTexas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut K bullets hit niggaz, and they edge up's Pay attention, focus nigga Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga 4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga A bitch'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame They think it's hard, but it's simple mayn [Hook x2] [D-1] In this rap game, I run through the hard and the whack And my verses go together, like cigars in a sack Leaving out the club hit the crack, alarm on the Lac 18's beating, some think I got a bomb in the back Because I'm M.O.B Aggravated assualt, and bodily injury To any nigga, that try to offend me Po-Yo, C. Ward and Grim Reap' Bitch, don't forget Dre Day I'm on the grind, everyday is pay day Y'all bitch niggaz, better make way Cause I'm some'ing like A.I., with a A.K And to the S.U.C H.A.W.K., and Mike D Big Moe, Z-Ro and Keke If it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be who I be [Hook x2] [Chris Ward] In this rap game, I got the best scared to feature me Cause they know that I eat up the track, just like a creature see I spit ether, lethally Evenly I violate, every law illegaly I'm one of the ones, that be running the South But I got so many connects, I even be running through the North You think I'm lying, just ask the Boss he'll tell ya (C. Ward is a quiet hustler, but he'll sell ya) Whatever you wanna buy, or whatever you wanna try And if you got plex (fuck you), it's whatever you wanna die And when the laws is on the creep, and I'm feeling the heat A nigga dress fresh, like I'm at Dyatona's Beach White lenin slacks, shirt and shoes is peach We are the definition, of Newvo Reach That's newly rich, we new leaders shit C. Ward, Sensei and D-1 you bitch [Hook x2] From Letras Mania