Lyrics:
cùng 16 và Hustlang, OTĐ
Represent Vietnam, Capital H-Town, OCEAN M.O.B
Và tao chúc cho anh em nhiều sức khoẻ
Nếu cái túi có lúc vơi thì hôm sao nó lại
Mobb Deep is that real
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
mine just happened to be, all over H-Town (wanna be down with M-O-E)
It's a playa made occupation (playa made occupation)
3rd Coast, high society
H-I-M-B-O
D-A-N, go!
I want to do you like Britney does backflips
Just don't talk too much, just don't start to bitch
Got the body, got the pecs,
Eh yo this ones for all my M-O-B-B
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner
I'm in love with these streets, yeah You can't get a dollar out of me
It's money over bitches cause I'm from the M.O.B
I'm something like a P cause
My precious boy, oh yeah
I like my boys hot and dumb, H-I-M-B-O
Hot-hot-hot, up for fun, H-I-M-B-O
See you right through my phone
cnd I ask for you
underneath my ride, fortified keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You
My precious boy, oh yeah
I like my boys hot and dumb, H-I-M-B-O
Hot-hot-hot, up for fun, H-I-M-B-O
See you right through my phone
And I ask for you
sucking me, I don't want your fuckin' teeth
We can't be friends if you don't give me what I fuckin' need
Big M.O.B., M.O.B. Y.H.C
the L-E-N-see-H-M-O-be
T-Bone and that's J.D.
And here's how we'll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat ya
Feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark
(ya lil
the L-E-N-see-H-M-O-be
T-Bone and that's J.D.
And here's how we'll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat ya
Feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark
(ya lil
the name of the suckers I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper
With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
T-Bone and that's
rhymes, on the L niggas feel this
Something for the people, I know what they want to hear is
P-E-double wit the realness
M-O-be -be niggas is
You see me on em' them forgi's skatin'
I'm countin' paper I know they hatin'
I'm from the A you know how we get it
M.O.B. my nigga and all my niggas
of the Maybach seats
Feel like a king when I'm on South Beach
Livin' that dream with this M.O.B
Get, gettin' that cream while I travel overseas
Feelin' them
bracelet and watch, I'm supposed to
R.I.P. to the Pop, make me smoke ya
S-A-P for the opp, buenos noches
M-O-B to the mob, cosa nostra
L-I-T and I'm high
T-H-E-B-O-M-B-A
T-H-E-B-O-M-B-A
T-H-E-B-O-M-B-A
T-H-E-B-O-M-B-A
La bomba, la bomba
Adesso che ho la bomba
La bomba, la bomba
Adesso che ho
hoes,
its M.O.B. on every hoe nigga.
Down in H-Town we gripping on grain,
flipping on swings sipping that drank,
causing pain in the turning lane
m-O-B-B-D-E-E-P - Man
We got guns that could take your head
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pop-Pop
Shit is serious thun, you niggas frontin
Don't make me have to body some
(thing, hayou
town
Been M.O.B.
Money over b******
Don't know what is
I can't trust them b******
My flow through the roof
How I switch it on em
Like a hole in da roof
town
Been M.O.B.
Money over b******
Don't know what is
I can't trust them b******
My flow through the roof
How I switch it on em
Like a hole in da roof
the H.N.I.C.
The head nigga in charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The M.O.B.B., the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The Players Town de la Mezcal la Jonerone
La M.O.B y un chingo mas de México carnal
Porque a mi no me importa ni el color ni como te
Vistas ni como cantes o que
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