Lyrics:
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
to my religions by stuffin' my denims
Me and Tavo, I remember, we dumpin' in rentals
Then we bump heads with some niggas, now I'm out the window
Real
nigga you know the mix-up
We that squad for real, Jersey Mob for real
It be kill or be killed, so we drawin that steel
I'm lovin the rush, Essex county
Sparks fly when I come by
You better give it up
Fuck mob ties when I'm outside
Niggas can't fuck with us
We could all die it's all fine
Kill me you
when a
Nigga pull up on you (Bitch) , ayy
You know I'm on that Gangway shit
50d up every day (Mob)
50d up shit, man gang, Hkunxhkos
Sito, Sito, Sito ayy
Is'a mack
I love gettin to this ladies
But not more than these paper stacks
Now rule one, get your cash on m.o.b.
Keep paper in my pocket my nigga
mines (Stupid bitch)
I can't go to Florida, sike, nigga I'll be fine (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm goin' to Houston, know a nigga got the mob ties (Bitch)
don’t think yall niggas stand a chance
By the time y’all call ambulance, flat line
You and god holding hands
I turn niggas into sacrificial Lamb
zone now we blitzing
That nigga a snake I can tell by his hissing
The money will turn a nice guy into a villain
All this green on me make me look like
never meet again, only thing I eat is tens
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob
Prolly do a six,
nigga
what's up nigga
You ain't no mothafuckin made man
Money don't make you no made man nigga
The mob make you a made man you bitch
Now get
Rather laze with 6 mob and the coup
Aye
Aye
Aye
And keeps some eyes on yo back cause niggas be fake niggas be fake
Aye
Give the grass a little weed whack
for sure
Pour up let the drink hit the floor
One for my niggas who dead by them triggers
We getting a house with a mansion and pillars
The neighbours
the fuck I rep?"
I rep Bitch Mob til' my motherfucking death
Don't nobody care when you all by yourself
Strapped to the chair, you all need help
Who you
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
posing postures still smoking
On that dope shit Feezy got the eight
I got the nine we on our go shit
Tryna play me close
My young nigga's on stand by
But
bang bangers since '79, respect mine nigga
Fuckin' rapper never strap
But I'd be schooled by killers
Puttin' in work
Let 'em in the dirt for recreation
She said it's hot girl summer n she's worth it
And she's fuck nigga free cus she blocked him
Did the voice over, skit, and tik-toked him
And now
thought it
Was gone be the last time
Dreaming of ah nigga like me
Tha realest
Tha killers
Tha illest
Tha villain
The villain out the mob
Tha robbers
Bitch
bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc'
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him
Niggas step up, with just macin''em
Placin' 'em in
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit,
to the other side
It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch
You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit
Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck
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