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Mob Nigga

[T.L.T of the Ghetto Twiinz]
Fuck peace
See it's all about violence
Put that Tek to you silent
Leave you howlin
I'ma creep upon ya (Yeah)

(hoes)
Self-made nigga, run it up, slangin' bows (bows)
I'm wit' the mob, all my niggas on go mode (go mode)
Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma

the gang, with the mob and them
New money and old money get to swapping
And now he's got a big stack of some hundreds
She said it's hot girl summer n she's

that
I'm just a young nigga
You try to mob man I hope
You brought your guns wit cha
My niggas hungry
They be juggin tryna make it out
I'm livin proof

and die today, yeah, yeah

Go ahead and try slide my way (yeah) 
Might fuck around and die today (Buck)
That big four-five my waist
(Ch-ch) , I got mob ties

gangsta boo trouble bankroll lil keed
Pnb rock dmx big pokey mo3 and doe b
Shawty lo nipsey hussle takeoff big scar og d
Pop smoke snootie wild Draco big

Stones get thrown but never hit
Flakes peel off, accumulate
Pile up, start settling
Activate the melatonin
Made a couple enemies
Made a couple big

Whats up lil bitch
Okey-dokey hokey pokey make the bitches Joe me Joe
Diamonds dancing like they doing the fucking Macaroni
I can't play round in

YOUR BUILDING 
IS FILTERED AND SPEWED INTO 
NONSENSE UNCONSCIOUS CONCOCTIONS
IN YOUR BRAIN THEY ARE ROTTIN
WILEY COYOTE PERFORMING HOKEY POKEY
HOCUS

YOUR BUILDING IS FILTERED cND SPEWED INTO NONSENSE UNCONSCIOUS CONCOCTIONS IN YOUR BRcIN THEY cRE ROTTIN WILEY COYOTE PERFORMING HOKEY POKEY HOCUS POCUS

and Uncle face
Big Mello, geto Boyz, tobe, J.prince, zro and trae
Paul Wall, Big Pokey, Fat Pat, swisha House, Blackie and Beyonce
I just named a few from

slide by
In a drop wit yo Bae on the Southside
Pat em down check his mans
We got MOB ties
Frito-lay countin' cake sipping Mai Tais
I'm on tour in yo city

about where a nigga from
Chopper in the trunk with a hunnid in the drum
Mob a nigga up, then I'm headed to Milan
Gotta catch a flight to catch me

Real Niggas

C-BO

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

money to the drug dealers 
Dump slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga 
And big dicks is why you white bitches love niggas 
A black warrior,

We the Mob

T-Pain

Freaknik: The Musical Soundtrack

2010

Yeah 
See me dog I'm tryna be on M.T.V. dog 
I haven't paid da rent and haven't ate in weeks dog 
Sweet tea mob we da hardest y'all soft 
But its

Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me

times
Nigga had them mob ties, mob ties

Yeah, I got a big strap, nigga, don't move
Bitch, I came here for the loot, ayy, yeah
In doubt get to gettin' in

M.A.F.I.A. Land

Lil' Kim

Hard Core

1996

and slipped they clips in quick
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
Minutes before I drop her, the bloaw,

That glock gone beat like a producer 
Yo bitch a freak like I seduced her
Come shots you know I aint fucking with smooches
Big dog you know I aint

on 'em
Write on 'em
Candle light homie
Tuck your chain cause I'm Deebo on the bike homie
Blac Youngsta big worm, call that Draco smokey
Real chain

What's up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Fu-Schnickens

Greatest Hits

1995

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 Penguin

Rollin Rollin Loud
Stole the crowd
Stayin’ focus
Hocus Pocus man
We’re enormous wow
Yeah I see you wanna ride with the big dogs
Never meant to harm nobody

grew up off the legends
I'm talking Pat, Hawk, Pokey
Comin down wrecking
I learn how cut dope
An play street fighter
Moved to the SWAT
Became a street

up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts