M.O.B.

[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-aca