Lirik Lagu M.O.B. - 2Pac
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[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricksand you know we keep it money over bitches
[2Pac]Thugs 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 rideBitches and niggaz in penitentary 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'sNiggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crewA million niggaz with automatics who swarm throughYou wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alertCause 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 dropAll you wannabe cops, you don't wanna 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 wanna 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 oughta 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 than Drew, I drink (Minoti Anu?), fuck your crewThis type of shit I do for a petty hobbyFuck the world it's Fatal dog against everybody
[Chorus]
[Mopreme]My shit's phenomenal, droppin like dominoComin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yoThis is not for all the freaks in short skirtsThis is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurtLose mo' faith than a composure, money and the dojaBitches is a cobra with deadly venomMove as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G'sMy niggas crosstown got ki'sHoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches(Nigga!)
[Chorus]
[Big Syke]I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitchesThe struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to richesI'm contribed to strive never lagginDisappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flagginAs I get 'em up and leave 'em stuckPager blowin up but I don't give a fuckI'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellinLoc'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 bitches
[Chorus]
[E.D.I.]That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awokenPayin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokinMoney and power watch these bitches cause they skanlessGettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los AngelesAin't a nigga 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 bitches
[Chorus] - 2X
[2Pac]That's right niggaMoney over motherfuckin bitchesM.O.B. on 'em niggaKeep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitchesYou need some motherfuckin moneyGet your mind right nigga, keep your game tightPlay right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the foolsWe up out of this bitch here
[E.D.I.]
[2Pac]Thugs 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 rideBitches and niggaz in penitentary 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'sNiggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crewA million niggaz with automatics who swarm throughYou wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alertCause 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 dropAll you wannabe cops, you don't wanna 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 wanna 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 oughta 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 than Drew, I drink (Minoti Anu?), fuck your crewThis type of shit I do for a petty hobbyFuck the world it's Fatal dog against everybody
[Chorus]
[Mopreme]My shit's phenomenal, droppin like dominoComin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yoThis is not for all the freaks in short skirtsThis is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurtLose mo' faith than a composure, money and the dojaBitches is a cobra with deadly venomMove as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G'sMy niggas crosstown got ki'sHoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches(Nigga!)
[Chorus]
[Big Syke]I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitchesThe struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to richesI'm contribed to strive never lagginDisappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flagginAs I get 'em up and leave 'em stuckPager blowin up but I don't give a fuckI'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellinLoc'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 bitches
[Chorus]
[E.D.I.]That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awokenPayin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokinMoney and power watch these bitches cause they skanlessGettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los AngelesAin't a nigga 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 bitches
[Chorus] - 2X
[2Pac]That's right niggaMoney over motherfuckin bitchesM.O.B. on 'em niggaKeep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitchesYou need some motherfuckin moneyGet your mind right nigga, keep your game tightPlay right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the foolsWe up out of this bitch here
[E.D.I.]
