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stops nobody knows
I m about to catch the do 
Catch the do 

[AP-9]
My henn full of smoke
I broke the flow to a nigga toe
Plus I m fresh out
or die, nigga 
Nine's nigga's time's tickin' when I blow your mind, nigga 
Call me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we rhyme, nigga 
I hit the block and have
Motivated by Mob-type tactics, I'll blow your block up 
???? sip to Cosby, out the game every time 
Me and the Mob Figgas'll do the dirt and choke the 9's
my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater right
and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
I'm a bust my shit 
Scary niggas in your click ain't prepare for this 
Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this 
Hit em with the AP 9 or the M 1
and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
That gin gon' keep me hype when I be watchin' over Webbie
In my city AP9's and Smith and Wessons
Thugs who second guessin' them the ones who be restin'
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
Justice by us, revenge is a bitch
Now's the time to deal with it
Where the system fails we now prevail
Your innocence is my retribution
Eye for
lets get the fuck outta here
Fuck them niggaz
West Coast nigga, West Coast

World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
We thug life
Nigga know what time
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
nigga from head to his mouth
He violated in the streets
Fronted like he wanted beef
Now it's a wrap, duke rather hang it up
We the mob we ain't no
mob like royalty
'Till I'm dead why'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

[Twista]
When you come strapped in a circle
No I'm finna hurt you
folks scared to death
When he walked by they held their breath
He was a fighting man, sure enough

Now Bill took himself a wife, he has to lead
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
our slave by the day

Giga-giga-gilgamesh

What do you know?
Watch the human life show
OK let's go

O my double
He can pop your bubble
That
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'

Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
we the dawg
We mob type shit when we guiling we blast
As the job and then we dump him and slide him

Chorus: Daz
Its just the street life
that's
a chance
But life speeds up, don't you know, don't you know
The push and the throb, the threat of the mob
The crack's not a secret this time
The mouths
it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger
Prepare n**** be aware, 'cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride n****s
spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger
Prepare nigga be aware, 'cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggas disappear
Not on your life, my Hindu friend

What about us brain-dead slobs?
You'll be given cushy jobs
Were you sent here by the Devil?
No, good sir, I'm