Lyrics:
As the weed burn kid, I'mma make it in life
Am I qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife?
Do I have to stay worried getting
Shot stabbed with a knife?
OK you want to go to war with me
I take you to war
I told you I don't kill no mothafucking kid
Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck.
the Nike stock option
Deep as the mob encouraged her to quit her job
At "We Got Ya'll"
Showed her how to be an outlaw
Spoke with her 'bout healthy eating
greens now I'm fried Popeyes
LosFromTheQ you know I do it all
Member when we used to mob in the mall
Stores by the school yeah I stole from them all
beat up, BY THE COPS
But that can't stop, the kids are so HIP-HOP
Roof to roof top - dropped; the eight count
DEAD! Dead on arrival, forget the fame
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
Conscious rappers real woke with
A played-out message
Just the stalest of the crumbs
Dropped down by their professors
You're a house boy doing what you're
ring
We ain't no gang gang
This is mob ties
Like twisted fingers man
Now This is for the ones
Who stood by side
Thru thick or thin
It was always
disgusted by the kid on the sidewalk
Never mind
The only time the news will see his silhouette
Is in sidewalk chalk
Over the next couple weeks
They will talk
Year 93 I was the aryan
Born kid morphed by morpheus
To an alien horseman from inhalin the toxins
Of arsenic in the most dangerous portions
Get crazy
Ness
Trans into Soloyst, cause nigga, I'm a prophet
Moving to the Greek god, I'm Apollo The Don
Moving with the P-Mob, niggas get they beats washed
By
Soldiers flank from the sides cause this the mob always ties
This side with the dreams westsides what it seems
Kids up with the skis parks out with
to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
That's true (so who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it
to want it caught a hundred trying to pass through
That's true (so who the next to get it?)
TS the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it
alone
45 King, Chill Rob and Apache, Flavor you
Peace to [Name] and the Naughty By Nature crew
My brothers in PE worked it out
Kwamé, Kid'n Play,
I'm the kid they blame it on
When you see like eight cars then y'all know who we are
Niggas spittin' mean bars off the green jar
Never drunk but you
they don't hear, how they know?
(It's the DJ Clue)
N**** we don't play that s***, and spray that clip
You frontin a** n****, we slay that kid
We
in the G-ride screamin out
M.O.B.! Nigga we ride
I hit the charts like a stick-up kid
#1 in the nation
I fucked the world, the Judge gave me probation
Just a kid from the Kogi but don't play it down
Hip-Hop's saviour I'm coming off the rebound
Back to the basics but rap is the basis
I ain't even here
block shootin
I tell my nigga we the mob, militia
We don't do no recruitin
Whole family lived on this block but granny house gone
I got my money up by
the mob, uh
Thank you bless you God, uh
I cannot façade, uh
That'll mess up my noggin
I stay out of Dodge, uh
Smoke out the garage, woah
Hanging out with
Mob
Da Biggest
First off free Don Juan (Free Don Juan) , free OG (Free him), free Da mufuckin' dog, free my nigga Lil Tweet (Free my nigga dawg)
Mob
Da Biggest
First off free Don Juan (Free Don Juan) , free OG (Free him), free Da ******** dog, free my ***** Lil Tweet (Free my ***** dawg)
double M shit
These niggas really my kids on the low, nigga
Niggas know what's up with me
I started this shit on MoB
That fuck nigga been a flop
We cookin'
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