M.O.B. Lyrics

[Chorus: x2]
M.O.B., n**** 'cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b****es

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
B****es and n****z 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

N****s knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million n****z 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 b****es

[Chorus]

I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't want to 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 want to 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 ought a 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, f*** your crew

This type of s*** I do for a petty hobby
F*** the world it's Fatal dog against everybody

[Chorus]

My s***'s phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real yo and f*** what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my n****z nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt

Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
B****es is a cobra with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin' G's
My n****s crosstown got ki's

Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over b****es
(N****!)

[Chorus]

I'm hittin' sixteen switches, my money over b****es
The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches
I'm contribed 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 f***
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 b****es

[Chorus]

That's from the time a n**** 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 b****es cause they skanless
Gettin' n****z f***ed 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles

Ain't a n**** 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 b****es

[Chorus: x2]

That's right n****
Money over motherf***in b****es
M.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****es
You need some motherf***in money
Get your mind right n****, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid f*** the fools
We up out of this b**** here

Biatch!
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"M.O.B." as written by Big Simon T. Shakur
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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