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Damn We Burn Up Niggas
Feeling Fucked By Lench Mob Niggas
Don't Be A Bitch Girl
It Is A Fuckin Death Bitch
the mystery, the mystery

We big mob aw yea aw yea
One big mob aw yea aw yea
Ek bara mala aw yea aw yea
Ek bara mala aw yea aw yea

(One big mob is)
Ooze
(I am you are me)
(I am you are me) good woman said you gotta believe
(I am you are me) submerge into the urge of we
(I am you are me) deliciously
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?
Who don't believe in anything?

We make it out
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?
Who don't believe in anything?

We make it out
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
Cursed by Monogamy"
It’s something that the pastor don’t preach
It’s something that a teacher can’t teach
When we die the money we can’t keep
But we
the pastor don’t preach
It’s something that a teacher can’t teach
When we die the money we can’t keep
But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain’t cheap,
The Lynch mob gathered in the square across from the jail
Young Billy watched them from his cell and felt his courage fail
Bill swore he wasn't
away he blows when the main man talk everybody know his name one
Man with a mission and a taste for pain hi, hi, hi, hi no, no, no, no he
Injects
the real thug niggaz see ya are?
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't
ball, nigga we'll be to see why'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this pain on you
No love my slugs got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit
Uh, world wide mob figgaz (for real)
World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) we world wide mob figgaz (for real)
World wide mob figgaz (check game
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
off pain)
When it turns off pain

A broken goddess, inattentive
Fowling lean, betrayed by youth
Our fortress struggles in suffocation
Sanguined by
pain, is the part of the game
Whipping burning chains
Burning chains

Taking no prisoners, the mob ruled the world
The heroes were falling, died by
of Elhaz
We re- evolve
Exerting free will for chosen

We grip them by the throats
Groans of pain are the melody
From our dreams
Heaven, the rubbish-
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
to hear
Cry, the world goes on
Would you lend me your ear for a moment?
I still care, even now

Chased, chased by the angry mob
Trying to steal my
with us 
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up 
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like 
Jackie Chan 
Hittin
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
of the mob unified in sight
Joined by the energy of insanity

Wait for the time to open the gates
Break with fury what it may create

Witness the decay
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
with them shanks and things

Havoc: Have you curled up on the floor
Feelin' the pain

Prodigy: And nine times out ten we ain't even start the shit
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'