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Last Day

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind

a fuller realization of democracy
The measure of progress, as we understand it, is the measure of equality enjoyed by all men
We can do something about

SWITCHED UP WE NOT DA SAME 
N ALL 10 TOES I STAND UP AND DEAL WIT THE PAIN

Hitman

Fuck livin by da book, mind of a crook/ Day one Maniac/ N da kitchen

the pain 
Till we finding a way, waiting for change when moneys
To blame

We all real starved/ fat is the mob/
They take & they take till they take what's

So roll up a spliff
We can mob up in my whip
I got my eyes on her lips
She fuck with the ice on my wrist
She look at me she get the gist 
So roll up,

Akatsuki
We mob like Akatsuki
I feel like Itachi
We mob like Akatsuki
I feel like Itachi
Muzzle flash paparazzi
Pull up in that new rarri
Swear

problems

Aye you fuckin wit a Young nigga
Versace Killa pop dat pussy like a drug girl
Its M-O-B I bang the Mob
We don't do love girl we just get money
Fuck

we gon send a bad bitch to distract yo ass
Pack yo bags
Then italian mob whack yo ass
And thatz real
On gang
Fuck all the talk
We want all the smoke

Everything

Nas

Nasir

2018

been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competitin'
Death by the chrome barrel, forgot

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

come fuck with a boss
We gangin' on em' bitch I roll with the mob
I'm sick with it I been calling the shots
I fucking had it now it's time to just ball

of my brothers they hustle with me
My nigga pull up to the pump and come see it
Nigga we pumping
PG G Mob run it
Aye squad said we want money
Nigga all

Getting gain
Little pain
Getting through the rain
Why you run
Like it's nothing
I swear to god
I'll fuck you and your mob (Mob, mob)
Yeah I'll fuck you

coming over yeah
Yeah
She got mob ties and we suited
She straight, she woke
She lame with that fake shit
I can tell she wants to stick by me
She came from

coming over yeah
Yeah
She got mob ties and we suited
She straight, she woke
She lame with that fake shit
I can tell she wants to stick by me
She came from

Ghetto Star

2Pac

Better Dayz [Clean]

2002

the back with MAC's to they neck, rappers waitin to get done in
Back, we tossed his ass out
M.O.B. related, one mo' nigga found shot up with his dick in

crazy
You should do no questionin'
And when they turn they back on you
Shouldn't be surprised at all
Bowing to the mob of death
Is how we make our culture

squeal
I cope wit pain but not by poppin pills
Rather spark a blunt util I fuckin heal
Niggas playin on both sides
Gang had to put boy in a bow tie
Now we

thoughts that's insane
Whether the pen or steel, you gonna feel the pain
I reign, just like a storm droppin bombs
If you wanna get it on, let's get it

Barabbas

David Olney

Through a Glass Darkly

1999

Some work and slave for all of their days 
And they'll do anything whatever it pays 
Some of us search and we find other ways 
Me, I turned

Nobody do it the way that I do it
So she don’t wanna let me go
Mob ties with my bruddas for sho
I fucked up my cash fall back get more
20’S inside

Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up

Wait
Cuz, me and the mob we stay lit
Turn up all night finish at 6
Live with the killers and dealers
We grew up in poverty
Swear that's legit
Mama she

outside of Lenox lounge 
Post up on the block, so you see how we getting down
Like the mob we break bread before we hit the town 
Hamduallah, man we ain’t