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Mo B. Dick

Raymond "Mo B. Dick" Poole (born July 4, 1965), is an American rapper, singer and music producer. He is a founding member of the production team The Medicine Men (formerly Beats by the Pound), which produced most of No Limit Records' releases from 1995 to 1999. All through high school he was in honors, state, district, parish, etc. He went on to college and marched in Southern University Band until he was kicked out. Afterward, he taught himself how to play piano. Music production started for him in 1988. At that time, he was attending Nicholls State University in Thibodaux, Louisiana for marketing. His first drum machine was a Rolland 606. more »

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1998

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[Police voice: ]
The subject we got here is a known drug pusher 
Sellin drugs in a high crime area 
Have you searched him yet? 
Yeah  he had money  he had a beeper on him  but uh  we got him 

[Chorus: Mo B. Dick & [Silkk] ]

I gotta do what I gotta do [gotta have money  gotta have game] 
And break you off [gotta have heart  if you want to have thangs] x2 

[Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker] 

See I'm that type of nigga, gotta do what I gotta 
Like send my girl on a plane ride, taped up with keys of narcotic 
But I ain't that type of nigga, that's gon' tell you what I'm gon' do 
You f*ck up, I'm a kill ya, and I put that shit on TRU 
See I'm that type of nigga that ride with the rich, kick it with the poor 
Just 'cause of some shit that I used to do, and my rep 
Everybody see me, all of a sudden hit the floor 
Rest in peace to my nigga, go head and rest y'all head 
Nigga that killed ya, I'm torturin' him, the rest, they dead 
So Magic pass me them thangs and let me get 'em (let me get 'em) 
Nah I ain't lookin' for you dog 
But I'm a f*ck you up if you wit 'em (so don't be with 'em) 
Now see, I'm that type of nigga, that's gon' ball 'till they fall (fall) 
Dollar bills will stay stackin' and gold and platinum on the wall (wall) 
Yeah, I'm that type of nigga but I'm wrong 'cause I know I'd hit her(hit her) 
Right before I leave and drop some of my flows 
So when he come on home, you can kill her 
Now either you with me dog look , or you oppossed to my shit 
Nigga like the ice up on my tank, so f*ck it I froze my wrist (stupid) 
Now either way you want to do, choose, let's take it, a chance 
Now we can do it how you want to, what you want to do, we can dance 
So don't trip just drop the beat and I'm a drop the heat (heat) 
And if this rap shit slow down go to the dope game bitch and cop a key 
Whatcha want to do 

[Chorus x 4] 

[Verse 2: Magic ]

I got to be real with ya, I'm that type of nigga that really don't give a f*ck 
My hobbies was totin' tecks Jack and my first words were give it up 
It was hard to maintain, couldn't see myself workin' this 9 to 5 
I'd rather be hustlin' on the corner with my niggas, gettin' high 
Chancin' my own life, I'm strapped, got a pocketful of bud 
But I wouldn't have it no other way, my daddy done raised a thug 
I never rooted for the good guys, I was always for the bad (bad) 
I guess that's why I got Master P's pictures posted around my pad 
My ghetto heroes was drug dealer, killers and cap peelers 
I didn't do too bad for myself 'cause, now Magic makin' millions 
Me and Silkk unbeatable team we can't be stopped (can't be stopped) 
We ain't got nothin' to prove to nobody (nothin') 
F*ck wit' us, you get popped 
It's a brand new generation, and we the children of the future 
So I'm gon' do what I gotta do because that's what I'm used to 
Either you with me or you against me, ball or nigga fall 
But I'm a No Limit Soldier, so I'm comin' for it all 

[Chorus x 4]

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