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I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take

You understand, we had a-
We either had to become tough guys or fall by the wayside

You could ask your big homie 'bout us, we run shit
Got a car

Flawless Victory

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be

And cross all my T's
And by the way my GPS
You out here way to lost in these streets
I needed 2 of everything
Like I was spellin' out Tennessee
I wrote this

She know she ain't safe
I need a BBW
Big bawty women only
Ring around the rosey
Put it in take it out
Yah Hokey pokey
Don't say you love me
When you

like I'm Kobe
Greendale for the ones on hokey pokey
Big boy, light em up watch the flame take over
Make it burn so it don't get sober
Feel the heat

Star Tech Motorola
(What up)
Bally silks (Ugh) , Kangol tilts (Kill it)
Stand straight when the boss talkin
Hush your lips mob-affiliated contract hit's

nigga Pac
Through the door at the light
They hit BIG, through the door at the light
Was that a coincidence? Or two planned hit's
My brother Yaki Kadafi

fam like we the mob and you know I ain't switching
Don't try to pull up on me wrong you know this shit get ignant
I might just pull up on your big homie

a lot bloody get rid of it soon as it drop
You hanging wit ops I load 30 shots and mob down your block
Clean up like a mop umm yea
Hit a big lick, Big

my flame
Shift from the lil n**** to big mane
For real aint no thing no thing 
I'm killing for my last name
No ceiling we all gon' gain
Blood aint

What It Ain't [Ghetto Enuff]

Goodie Mob

World Party [Clean]

1999

Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'

(Battle zone, Goodie)

County Jail

Project Pat

Layin' da Smack Down [Clean]

2002

(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay

Too West Coast

Ice Cube

I Am the West

2010

the gospel
It won't stop flow oh I'm not though
Lench Mob, big swanger, don't bang is the motto

[Chorus 4X: all]
Motherfuckers tell me, I'm too West

Changed Man [Jazze Pha Remix]

2Pac

Better Dayz [Clean]

2002

Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look

By age sixteen I sold

360° (What Goes Around)

Grand Puba

The Very Best of Brand Nubian

2001

you really need a pro
Cause my shit's more rugged than G.I. Joe
Don't front honey, act like you know
Now big up to my Brooklyn mob (Brooklyn!

Party pulling up
Get with the mob yea
Fuckin it up
We finna rob you
Finna smoke up
Nigga passed out
Yea he need a checkup
I'm not a doctor
Party

'lotta racks, dividends up in amounts
I'm with the mob and we finna cut a movie, nigga no Paramount
I cannot trust these niggas, yeah your words don't move

want smoke
Well that's what you say
This more than you can take
Mob

Fell but now I'm up again
Que who put me up to this
Busta think I'm bluffin'
That's

to buck the jack get shot in ya back boy 
Pour me up a four and then I move like a fat boy 
They be like getty mob this and getty mob that 
Getty mob toat

a shooter, that's my job
Shoutout my team, I ride with the mob
Better watch your back, 'fore we get the drop
Stab him then we hand his girlfriend a mop
Bitch I

Uh
Its your boy macc
Gmacc
Lets go
I be moving like the mob nigga
I be moving like the mob nigga
Yeah bitch I be movin like the mob
Real nigga shit I

Cruela who watchin
Big booty brown thighs get it popin
Scrub the ground get it clean it mop it
I gon jump in that pussy hoe
I gon stomp in Mosh Pit

the claws
I'll use your bones to floss my jaws!
Damn, that's cold, I got 'em like burr!
By the way, don't touch the fur

I hear them outside my door!
(Here we