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and sparkin on the greenery	
bags, I'm still chasin by the, grand
runnin thru the system and I'm try'na shake the enemy
faded off the xanny should'a known that

Still a bad b****
And I don't take no sh*t
And ill stroll on a b****
Cus I'm cold
You can check my credentials
Or wait for the timing
I already know

Liquor Store Run

Volume 10

Rhyme & Reason

1997

breakin' y'all motherfuckers
E'rybody gonna get some of that light
When they mobbin' to the liquor store

[Chorus]
Everybody's gotta get some light

the lines now and make yours flat baby.

[Luni Coleone AKA Lunasicc] Uhh they call me "Luni
Coleone" down to dump on a snitch,
fuck em all niggas cant fuck

cash weigh more (What)
In the lab, gotta have bankroll
Meet me at the stop up by the vaco
(yeah, ayy)

Bitch we mobbin', bitch we mobbin'
Ayy, Tay
Bitch

Mobster's Anthem

Twista

Adrenaline Rush

1997

you
Fleein through the front door, and we gotta do one more
Even though debo watchin me like the lottery
We can still fulfill this westside oddessy

on
Wildin' feel like Toby
My time, by the look of the roles
Life's a beach ain't talkin OC
In the trenches, mobbin' Lowkey

Ain't got time for the talk, n***a,

I'm F-R-E-E dummy bitch free
Pop out on the scene so fresh and clean just mobbin' with the team
I'm S-I-N-G-L with the E
Told my ex delete my number

mobbin

I took a couple "L's" but still I'm winning
He took a couple nails from the beginning
Couldn't hit the gates cause I was sinning
He said He'd go

California nights stayin lit
We be mobbin in the whip
Playin gasser when we dip
Full. Moon
I got way too much game to be playin all these games
I

still pending
I came in major might as well stay independent
Do it by myself I don’t need no codefendant
You want smoke in my jesus voice tell em lets get

ballin
Tell scott to cut a check 
I should be sponsored by Spaulding 
See me in the club
Wit’ my n****s 
And you know we mobbin
Everything authentic wit us

By myself I'm steady mobbin (Mob, mob, mob!)
Loose off the proof
Don't get me started
Even Killers and drug dealers
Came to church and still saw him

but a nigga still drip
I ain't in the club but a nigga still V.I.P
Still got a 40 cal on my hip
Cause I
Don't need
(Your help)
Catch me riding
By my

Breaking breaking bread 
Slanging slanging chips
Cruisin in the whip 
Stuffed it 
Mobbin in the bucket 
I love it 
Mobbin in the bucket 
Breaking breaking

Over Bitches
Mobbin' like Money Over Bullshit
Number one on some April fool shit
Snitches is who I can't be cool with
I was raised by the G code
You

they fat ass just sit, eatin' donuts by a dozen
She super bad, I got glasses, McLovin
Oh my god, talkin' money, discussions
Oh my god
Mobbin' with

news
You plus three, comin' through in a Jeep mobbin
Crushin' over you
Ooh cop a lease, I refuse to pay fees
Girl, I'm cuffin' on to you
You know I've

(Damn)
In my city I'm a legend
You all owe me favors they lead to Vegas
We still mobbin' for these Oakland Raiders
She fell in love with Yola
She fell in

could tell you want me
I could tell you want me
Yuh, still mobbin with my heart broke
Still poppin what I wanna I'ma die slow
A real hitter on a beat when

Nigga blowin' up my damn phone say he wanna song 
Tired of hearin' my ringtone lil' b*tch just leave me alone 
Mobbin' in my own zone dont know

would meet her future husband 
By age 27, get engaged a year later 
And get married a year after that
But when Kaffy turned 27
She didn't find a husband

My Diary

Jim Jones

Harlem: Diary of a Summer [DualDisc]

2005

I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck
He said it

900 Blame a Nigga

The Luniz

Operation Stackola

1995

One nigga did the dirt, but the blames on the whole crew
I feel like O.J., and Rodney
A little mayo, but still don't be havin'
No happy days like