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World Wide Mob Figgaz [Original Version]

by 2Pac

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"For us to live any other way Was nuts uh, to us Those goody-good people who worked shitty Jobs for bum paychecks and Took the subway to work every Day and worried about Their bills were dead i Mean they were suckers They had no balls if we wanted something We just took it if anyone complained twice 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 nigga The wigga Connection flex from Ingle Watts to Texas Ridin' coast to coast heated in a Lexus Out the gutter, born to smuggle K ball sag so much you can see my drawers Let me ball if I can, I know I can-can If somebody ask you tell 'em that you the man Congregation expand across thug lands Built an army, so don't ever try to harm me Sucka free, suga flee, want it be Please stay the hell away from me I don't want to cheat no mo' But you did when yo ass was broke and po' "Tommy, no, you got it all wrong Oh, oh, Anthony he's a big boy He knows what he said what Did ya say? Funny how? You're right Henry: Just what? Just, ya know, you're funny You mean, let me understand this, 'cause Ya know maybe It's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'm a Clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you Mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny? Just you know, how you tell the story what?" Now when you say, "world wide " please understand it 'Cause we got a whole nation of homies And Outlawz that we mash with cash respect In a large abundance and the G's I roll Come with the game to maintain the funk gets Handle soldiers dismantle the road of this What happened to the women's Who be jaw jackin'? Paper stackin' is accomplished by Putting out bomb shit on top of our game is Where we stay forever poppin' " Just remember, last year this time We were in a fucking cage, okay? You remember i like to forget that I say be happy with what you got You be happy me, I want what's coming to me What's coming to you? The worId, chico, and everything in it" World wide motherfucking mob figures Weed smoking, gun toting, drinking Riding on our motherfucking enemies Have you lost your fuckin' mind? Joe, you're making a terrible mistake i'm Not gonna let you make it come on Guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed To be fucking professionals! Larry, look it's been quite a long Time a lot of jobs there's No need for this, man let's Just put our guns down And let's settle this with A fuckin' conversation Joe, if you kill that man, you die next I repeat If you kill that man, you die next" Ever since a tod it been evident to me Runnin' the block would be heaven Sent and very relevant That was better then, that's a won't be Never now don't be jealous now I'm on a world wide level Being told it's on after I Flow across the globe Mobbin' like Robin Hood, for my gold Like it's Oak i hold my load down all The way like the brown World wide mob figure on a ride Me and my niggas clown " What happens if the manager Won't give you the diamonds? When you're dealing with a store like this They're insured up the ass They're not supposed To give you any resistance whatsoever if you Get a customer, or an employee Who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash Their nose in jumps right into the floor Everyone jumps he falls down screaming Blood squirts Out of his nose, freaks everybody out Nobody says fucking shit after that" Known for doing scandalous deeds No handlin' me and nah, it ain't the drugs It's the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic Lettin' niggas have it I've been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks Ship it to the drug dealers And catch a catch a nigga world wide A fuckin' mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggas money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes At my shows I'm a nut Lights camera time for action Now get to clappin' to my cuts A world wide mob figga

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