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M.O.B. Lyrics

2 Pac

[Chorus 2X: 2Pac] 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 niggaz in penitentary 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus w/ ad libs] [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 [Chorus] [Mopreme] 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 niggaz 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!) [Chorus] [Big Syke] I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches 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 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 [Chorus] [E.D.I.] 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus - 2X] [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 [E.D.I.] BIATCH!