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[Chorus: x2]M.O.B., n**** 'cause we mob on you tricksand you know we keep it money over b****esThugs known to bust on sightGod bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin' that thug lifeBeen raised in violence homicide's my lullabyCame with the homies and learned to kick it until we dieBoss players you wonder whyI live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me rideB****es and n****z in penitentiary suitsI send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troopsAs for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mineYou cannot blind me addicted to a life of crimeMy time as shorty was full of car chasesWhile runnin' with John Gotti's and Scarface'sN****s knew, I'd be the Don in my own crewA million n****z with automatics who swarm throughYou wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alertLetras de canciones'Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over b****es[Chorus]I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you dropAll you wannabe cops, you don't want to see shotsI beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to meActin' all new to me I creep on you like pubertyYou don't want to see the bad image of this scrimmageFrom here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentenceFrozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya1 2's we ought a cruise right by the state troopersWhen I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin 'bout AlBacardi coverin' my body at the wink and a smileBag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for youI got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, f*** your crewThis type of s*** I do for a petty hobbyF*** the world it's Fatal dog against everybody[Chorus]My s***'s phenomenal, droppin' like dominoComin' with the real yo and f*** what you feel yoThis is not for all the freaks in short skirtsThis is for my n****z nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurtLose mo' faith than a composure, money and the dojaB****es is a cobra with deadly venomMove as smooth as I get 'em, stackin' G'sMy n****s crosstown got ki'sHoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over b****es(N****!)[Chorus]I'm hittin' sixteen switches, my money over b****esThe struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to richesI'm contribed to strive never laggin'Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin'As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuckPager blowin' up but I don't give a f***I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin'Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/sevenSo what can you do for me and what can I do for youBut stay true, and do the things that we doBlinded evil-minded no option for my offspringReminded can't find it complications what the future bringsLosin' my mind why you sweatin' me all the timeI'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grindRather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitchesI'm 'bout my riches, money over b****es[Chorus]That's from the time a n**** close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awokenPayin' my own that's tokin' chokin' off-a glocks smokin'Money and power watch these b****es cause they skanlessGettin' n****z f***ed 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los AngelesAin't a n**** ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzlerCowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin' yaMe and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin' in flocksDeuce-deuce in my socks keepin' a watch out for copsGettin' kicked, I keep my mind on my richesWhile uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my b****es[Chorus: x2]That's right n****Money over motherf***in b****esM.O.B. on 'em n****Keep your motherf***in mind on your money, f*** these hoes(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherf***in b****esYou need some motherf***in moneyGet your mind right n****, keep your game tightPlay right play by the rules and you'll get paid f*** the foolsWe up out of this b**** hereBiatch!
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"M.O.B." as written by Big Simon T. Shakur
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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