M.O.B.

[Hook: 2Pac]

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

[Verse 1: 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 niggas 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 can not 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 niggas 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

[Hook: 2Pac]

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches (keep it money over bitches)

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

[Verse 2: Hussein 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

[Hook: 2Pac]

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

[Verse 3: 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 niggas 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!)

[Hook: 2Pac]

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

[Verse 4: 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 contrited 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

[Hook: 2Pac]

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]

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' niggas 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

[Hook: 2Pac]

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks

And you know we keep it money over bitches

[Outro: 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..

BIATCH!