Lyrics:
Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
Bigger than a mob, can't be touched,
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
the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on ..
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies
a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on ..
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
on a bad day
Take your bitch panties off like a band aid
And we eating like the mob these some big steaks
You ain’t never been real I see it in your face
send that walking
30 to your front door
Baby 3, he got that Choppa, better get low
Pack mob, big guns, and them bankrolls
We'll bust a nigga head
And get
They got hit so bad, believe me
They never complained again"
Picture me soundin' like the
World wide mob figure
Whoo-riders this Syke, call me that
They know me as the Big Steppa
Big Steppa
Don't come in my way
Big Steppa Big Steppa
Knowing all my plays
Big Steppa Big Steppa
Counting all
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
em out)
Every other day, 5-0 back in the block (back in the block)
Some get caught up, some still attacking the block (attacking the block)
[Big
sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I
Bitch, I mob with the Glock
At my waist, on my block
Sell the game, he a opp
If she slop, give me top
Bitch, I ball on the court
Out the way, I'm up top
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
Pop out
Put the street on lockdown
Rush 'em at one hundred percent, I feel like I'm Mob now
Pop out
Put the street on lockdown
Rush 'em at one
[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)
(Battle zone, Goodie)
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha want to do
[Hook]
Southside, what it do right now
Northside, what it do right now
Eastside, what it do right now
Westside, what it do right now
[Big
MOB and it's OMB you know that's the gang
NBA if you disrespect it we gon let it bang
17 like a opera yea we gon let it sang
DEA ain't no politicking
a penalty
See da mob n we moving in symmetry
Nigga yeah
Kickin big shit like a horse polo
Keep a goon on my side like I'm Loso
Its a pandemic but we get em
so we can rub bellies, I know by now you ready,
you sweatin me so heavy
It's a Private party
ain't no party like an M.O.B. party, cause an M.O.B
out Limping
And the fam helle chose
We're A mob
No kidding
Who said that we got no killers
Ahh
Big Boy Tingie
Uh
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Big
Get by on me
If I'm the reason for they breathin'
Then they'll die on me
Big bank rolls on me
Bad skank hoes on me
Big bank rolls on me
Bad skank hoes
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
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