Lyrics:
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
to announce you
Can add up amounts by the pound by the ounce
It's the counting that counts
Put some bounce in your life
And start counting now!
literature
Cut throat, A$AP, that squad shit
Fuck with one of my niggas, get your top hit
No talk, this 45 knockin'
Smoked all the purp and my clan is mob shit
the dice
New Mercedes Benz straight from Shanghai
Feeling like Drake, but this ain't Mob Ties
Got the girls lurking from one to nine
Abracadabra, she
in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World
(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's
The depression of a depression
Worldwide suicide for the economy
Caused by the dialectic chaos when the
Mob on Wall Street took "We the People" for a ride
When
turns
Dissolution of the mob
Brings chaos on their heel
Live a life of honor and truth
Live by the standards according to you
What you leave -is what
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
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
Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (mob ties)
Never sober, I always be high (high)
I be most likely bangin' a nine
some drank
Parks my ride as I steps inside
As I puts my 9 double-m to my side
As I (continue with my mission)
(Pussy is my dish and I'm fishing, wishing)
When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to ride, nigga
(Nigga, that's mobstability)
And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more cheese
year, Slime here
Cartier box face, call it the time's square
Why year, I drive and fly Lear
V-16, need a coupe with nine gears
Yeah! Mob member, star
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
a mob against me cause I`m lethal
Not that I`m a violent brother to the contrary
My vocals carry, and then I bury
MC`s in holes that they dug for
snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
[Scarface]
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had the whole
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine
niggas (what's that?)
You cannot defeat the Internet, no matter what, so chill, nigga
Don't get distracted by the money, you too relaxed
You livin' life
and left me, you
Know her life is through.
Lonely weekends, baby lonely
Nights the judge he gave me,
Ninety nine to life.
I wish she could be here,
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Have a little of prosperity and then some
Livin' my life handsome, has always been a dream but
Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it)
All hail to the N9NE!!
You punks thought it was over for me?
I should prevail a institution
All of the high exalted punks
TechN9neee!
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