Lyrics:
I'll tell you what shorty get in man I'll show you how to...
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool you don't want no trouble
Can we lean
whole night
Trying to find all you niggas tweaking you should think fore' you start speaking
Living by your Logic we'd never know The Weeknd
Rest in
peas in a pod, mob ties
We like two peas in a pod we got ties
Gripping on my thighs
And she blow in the wind
How she float in the wind
How she throw it
sold nuttin you ain't got no bread
They say you ain't no real Mob Boss all type of sh** bruh
You need to let these ni**az know what it is Mob
Muf**** Im
a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
these people gon say that they got ya bacc
But they dont even got a spine
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get
a penalty
See da mob n we moving in symmetry
I just want da fetti let me gone keep it g
Ain't my fault dats yo bitch n feeling me
Disrespect get you shot like
, M-O-B, M-O-B, M-O-B
Tell me why a bitch gotta pay that fee
Your bitch can't speak while she on her knees
A-N-A-K-U who we be
A nigga ain't clutch untill
know niggas numb the pain with
Pass the blunt and back that ass up
I am you so I'm aware this just some things
We can't just pass up
Just keep the peace
think I'm funny 'cause I'm worldwide
Too many millions are the victims of a genocide
I'm going crazy, all I do is see and stand by
We're a victim
continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin' hot and we not from concentrate
Make the mass mob the market place
Well Martin's dream has become Rodney's worst nightmare.
Can't walk the streets, to them we are fair game,
Our lives don't mean a thing.
Like
never solo
I'm with gang and we gang and that
30 held up by the Polo's never low though
Always ask, "Stupid bitch
Why you always try fuck up my mojo?"
heart towards none of you lil' niggas
I've been sittin' alone by myself, countin' up big figures
Now I'm with the mob and we been plottin' on how to get
in a meeting, be back in a minute
Capiche, we ain't on tilapia
It's a mob party, mob party
Sound like a lion when the engine started
Came from
name (Why?)
Cause I got Expensive Pain
Me and you are not the same
Me and you are not the same
No we are not the same
I got Expensive Pain
Ni**a better
Whole lotta killers
We are not the same
She give me that brain
Got me going insane
I'm a higher being
Rise above all the pain
I can see right through you
place, let the priest and pastor by
Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
And yet I feel
all felt the pain
Of Yusef Hawkins, and they was mad but we was squakin'
They tried to show a false compassion, yet at the rally
They tried to bash
I'm just a street nigga
With bigger dreams
Want Bigger houses
Want plenty cream
Want Marble floors for my whole team
We front row nigga fuck a big
hide and seek when the cops out
Opps out mob out we gon pull them glocks out
No McDonald's but I keep me the Mac
Ima slide where you you at
Put that
the frog eyes
I came up with the same guys undefined you know it's mob ties
Rock UNDF we made a plan and then we dropped it
Yeah
Had to pay my dues to get
pain away imma wasted
i sippin toxic
free ma homie they wanna pull up in downtown
fuck 12 we ridin
saggin wit a yellow mob grindin xanny
yeah i cant
a levee when we let it rain they wasn't ready
I know my heart heavy I been through some pain
Fuck the police bitch I'm trying to race
Skirt off left a stain
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