Lyrics:
home
And i cant lack
I keep my blick when
I'm alone
But shit
I'm by myself
Inside my zone
Behind my chest
Is super cold
I swear this street shit
In my
got shit to prove them
Niggas wanna stab me in my back so I'm removing them
They know better coming over here
This shit get dangerous
Lynch mob when we
down, and busting out the mop
And she like how I pop out, I walk 'round like the mob
And she like how I rock out, she call me "Joe Ramone"
I do not fuck
Blick hot
Now they shit soft
Cuzzo on a shirt
Cause he dipped off
Big mob
You could get shot
Get dropped
Got yo bitch up on my dick
She doing splits
It just keeps passing me by
Like a sign on the highway
But I don't ever read them, cuz I'd rather do it my way
My life been a blur, moving way too fast
They tryna run down on my bitch she a keeper
But me and her fuckin' like Kevin and Dreka
I walk around with a chip on my shoulder
I really be all by
Wey dey go stop use us play o
Dem been para o (Gege)
Angry mob dem killy barawo
Back in Aba (Back in Aba)
Burn e the body, dem do am like nama o
Dem
Just by that alone don't wanna hear a nigga
White car black tint, they always want the nigga
Smoking in the car they trying to smoke the Nigga
You
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
turn you on
Where water tastes like wine
Get out your get up and go and get in line
It's living your life in a show by Rodgers and Hammerstein!
O sad
it's just a song
Your words will not turn to sticks and stone
Don't worry about murder my mob won't do it
Only worries is worryin how I'm gon' do it
That
answer this too
Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true, life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act Black and live
Not to be phony
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
(Don't know)
It's all a game
Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced
Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore
your sugar girl)
CLK, It's that girl Mya, oh holla,
('Cause I'ma be a player for life) Come on (I'll be your sugar girl)
M.O.B. records (cause I'm
'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T
'Cause
world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin' on twenties wearin' nice clothes
but ain't nuttin' like pimpin' hoes, and ridin' Vogues
I live a good life
'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T
'Cause
the purple
Yea she all on my dick had to stiffarm the bitch and im hitting her friend with the hurdle
Wanna fuck with mob we aint telling them shit we just
I'm at
You know that money don't come from the sky unless you standin' by me (nigga, MOB)
What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I'm good
mulitply, thug niggas, Immortalize
Energise like them batteries, caught up in the mob life
Niggas be talkin' that crazy shit when they don't know what
CcOINEcDH
Composed by Leeson O'Keeffe, Marion Gray & Marie McCormack
Leeson plays ccoustic Guitar, Marion plays the Fiddle & Marie plays the Tin
answer this too
Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true, life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act Black and live
Not to be phony
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