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the mystery, the mystery

We big mob aw yea aw yea
One big mob aw yea aw yea
Ek bara mala aw yea aw yea
Ek bara mala aw yea aw yea

(One big mob is)
Ooze
(I am you are me)
(I am you are me) good woman said you gotta believe
(I am you are me) submerge into the urge of we
(I am you are me) deliciously
the money we can't keep
But we prolly spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap, preach

Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king
the money we can't keep
But we prolly spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap, preach

Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king
Justice by us, revenge is a bitch
Now's the time to deal with it
Where the system fails we now prevail
Your innocence is my retribution
Eye for
ball, nigga we'll be to see why'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this pain on you
No love my slugs got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit
Uh.. world wide mob figgaz (for real)
World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z)
We world wide mob figgaz (for real)
Uh, world wide mob figgaz
Check
The Lynch mob gathered in the square across from the jail
Young Billy watched them from his cell and felt his courage fail
Bill swore he wasn't
away he blows when the main man talk everybody know his name one
Man with a mission and a taste for pain hi, hi, hi, hi no, no, no, no he
Injects
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we
off pain)
When it turns off pain

A broken goddess, inattentive
Fowling lean, betrayed by youth
Our fortress struggles in suffocation
Sanguined by
pain, is the part of the game
Whipping burning chains
Burning chains

Taking no prisoners, the mob ruled the world
The heroes were falling, died by
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
of Elhaz
We re- evolve
Exerting free will for chosen

We grip them by the throats
Groans of pain are the melody
From our dreams
Heaven, the rubbish-
with them shanks and things

Havoc: Have you curled up on the floor
Feelin' the pain

Prodigy: And nine times out ten we ain't even start the shit
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
to hear
Cry, the world goes on
Would you lend me your ear for a moment?
I still care, even now

Chased, chased by the angry mob
Trying to steal my
with us 
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up 
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like 
Jackie Chan 
Hittin
of the mob unified in sight
Joined by the energy of insanity

Wait for the time to open the gates
Break with fury what it may create

Witness the decay
"Lench Mob.."
	"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Come again, huh
	"Lench Mob.."
	"Now we come to the pay-off"
	"Lench Mob.."
And here we go with verse one,
Without hate 
An angry mob of one 
Author of the unstoppable will 

United we must kill 
Here comes the fade 
They will inflate your god 
By default
nigga from head to his mouth
He violated in the streets
Fronted like he wanted beef
Now it's a wrap, duke rather hang it up
We the mob we ain't no
Boiled pain
Rip their castles
I swear
I swore
Boiled pain
Rip out cradles
I swear
I swore
Boiled pain
We can't stay his
I swear
I swore

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