Lyrics:
Yeah you know it's alright
Roshi hit me up to stay the night
We're at the Dream House
(You know)
Let me tell you a story 'bout TH3 Mob
Three individuals
Saving your kind
By wiping it off this place
Blood runs cold from piles of bodies
cll of the dead will rot in mobs
I will kill all your false beliefs
cs I
to start the lootin
When we peeled the corner whole block was torched
And the mob already started to form
Hopped out the whip
Put my mask quick
Turn my head
Everytime I'm chillin' with my muthafuckin' bitch
We mob, sip henny, throw cash and get lit
Thick thick thick thicker than juice
Yeah she got the sauce
I've
Tried. Got no cash, I feel numb
Spit on my life, I'm sick of being dumb
Know it ain't wise to get by with rum
Out the blue like my eyes
Oh rise the warm
cameras
But I'm proud of her
She got a life together ain't nothing
Easy here in this weather
Weather and night, whether you fall tonight
You gotta keep your
run up in your spot mike Tyson(iron mike)
I be robbing y'all be giving.
This the mob yeah we up n winning(mob life)
. ct the spot jus chilling shawty
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
Niggas don't fuck with you, be at your funeral fakin' tears (huh?)
All these killers throwin' they life away 'fore they grow a beard
Like it's a new
a rider in real life
Yeah, pay job, pay you to stay cob
But the corn come quicker when you mob
Yeah, a rider in real life
A dude'll come close to you cuz
really trying to touch the Forbes list
Use to be side court now nigga balling
Looking like a nigga got a sponsor by Spalding
Life is a poker game nigga me
hearted
All around it my life won't change for the good
As soon as i walk out the door, i'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
Hey
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Rough life you ain't knowing bout a rough life
You ain't knowing what it's like in my air Nike's
Rough life you ain't knowing bout a rough life
You
or amphetamines
I got em at the cheapest price
Living by the rules of the street life
Fin to get niggas
Better beat the street light home
After dark I par park
And now I gotta deal with these demons said you had mob ties
I heard it all before, let me see it. I'd Be thankful for A M3, I could've had a Prius
Got
around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes
Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang
and slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
in his own bloody pool
I ran but was caught by the soldiers
They bound me and beat me and put me on trial
It was all cut and dried, it took
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
them hungry
Me tell you, a hungry mob is an angry mob
And the same man weh rich, him gwine turn round and rob
You are possessed by your possessions
streets
All that net talk, leave you tied up by your main bitch screaming, 'Please'
Show these niggas how to network, your plug is buying from me
I ain't
just keep on walkin' on by
I said just keep on walkin' on by
I kinda give a fuck
Y'all bitches now
Messed up my feelings then left town
It's a mob in
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