Lyrics:
she love me
Cool that’s what they all say
Revenge is like the sweetest drug next
To getting pussy and foreplay
You know I live by the mob way
Life is
tell you "Always Striving and Prospering"
A$AP, partna'! Free my nigga Cap, R.I.P Big Phil, R.I.P A$AP Yams
Ya dig? (Gang!)
Come fuck with the Mob
I been new
Life was a gamble man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Where y'all take a risk everyday
But I ain't trippin'
I just gotta do this
Broad
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
for all my life, hold on, hold on
The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from
privileged than infants
Innocents ain't shredded 'til second education
We outgrow our messes, defining life lessons
And when we strike oil, the mobs are
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes
Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang
And slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
Or we can
Vo Vokuč
(Yeah. Yeah)
It's fine by me if you don't have feelings for me
It's fine by me if you don't want me around you (Ayy)
I ain't gon' cry just
to survive
all the dirty things that I did in my life
I can walk by I can try to crawl by I can run
but I cannot hide from my piece of mind
I hit him clean in
survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old (Why the young never make it old)
I live my life
we the dawg
We mob type shit when we guiling we blast
As the job and then we dump him and slide him
Chorus: Daz
Its just the street life
that's
Yeah you know it's alright
Roshi hit me up to stay the night
We're at the Dream House
(You know)
Let me tell you a story 'bout TH3 Mob
Three individuals
Yeah you know it's alright
Roshi hit me up to stay the night
We're at the Dream House
(You know)
Let me tell you a story 'bout TH3 Mob
Three individuals
when he was 7
Worked his life down the mine
For sure he went to heaven
Unlike Jimmy, he was honest and kind
Became the hero of the working class
You
numbers
Stackin' that paper
I'm lookin' like Drake by the safe, yeah
I'm in ya state for
The feast, I brought all the plates, yeah
Gettin' my cake up
Life
Saving your kind
By wiping it off this place
Blood runs cold from piles of bodies
cll of the dead will rot in mobs
I will kill all your false beliefs
cs I
Everytime I'm chillin' with my muthafuckin' bitch
We mob, sip henny, throw cash and get lit
Thick thick thick thicker than juice
Yeah she got the sauce
I've
Tried. Got no cash, I feel numb
Spit on my life, I'm sick of being dumb
Know it ain't wise to get by with rum
Out the blue like my eyes
Oh rise the warm
to start the lootin
When we peeled the corner whole block was torched
And the mob already started to form
Hopped out the whip
Put my mask quick
Turn my head
run up in your spot mike Tyson(iron mike)
I be robbing y'all be giving.
This the mob yeah we up n winning(mob life)
. ct the spot jus chilling shawty
cameras
But I'm proud of her
She got a life together ain't nothing
Easy here in this weather
Weather and night, whether you fall tonight
You gotta keep your
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
Niggas don't fuck with you, be at your funeral fakin' tears (huh?)
All these killers throwin' they life away 'fore they grow a beard
Like it's a new
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