Lyrics:
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
wear blue seven days out the week (for life)
I mob the street, DP, while I'm holding my heat
I want to warn you, shit they got killers on the East,
And doin' dirt ain't savin' me
But the streets is the only thing payin' me
Feel me
Runnin' with G's, stackin' G's, packin' heat
Mob life 'til these
Bitch I’m still the boss aye
Always learning never take a loss aye
Hanging with it the boys not the mob aye
Nigga we go hard we say pause aye
Bitch I'm still the boss aye (still the boss)
Always learning never take a loss aye
(take a loss)
Hanging with it the boys not the mob aye
(it's tea
fuckin' Israel, we gon' slice them up
It doesn't matter if you're by yourself or with your mob
We slicin' all of you faggots up with a single vibey song
I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggas wish, at a young age
Goodie Mo.B., doing they
the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born
but the insides new
In the hood gettin' high with my nig Laroo
All the hoes love the mob
So they just dip through
Yeah we in a life of crime
So don't
tonight I wanna be with you
Let's have some drinks exchange some words
And you can home with me if you want to
Got to have you by the end of the night
Got
hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add
hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add
police, fifty yard dashing,
Copping heat, shit ain't sweet, niggas blasting,
Reenacting mob life,
Come and ball with these Black Racketeers,
dashing,
Copping heat, shit ain't sweet, n****s blasting,
Reenacting mob life,
Come and ball with these Black Racketeers,
Formulating plans on my
ain't sweet, niggas blasting,
Reenacting mob life,
Come and ball with these Black Racketeers,
Formulating plans on my flights,
Fly gear a leer ain't
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
floors
So bitch you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin' chased by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
degrees than have to roll with the steal
Attitudes can get ya noodles spilled
By the king o’ the hill
Daz for real
Well but play ill
See milk is
on by we divided supposed to coincide.
side line observers disturbers trying to stay alive
I realised at a young age lifes design maze like
but its
heart towards none of you lil' niggas
I've been sittin' alone by myself, countin' up big figures
Now I'm with the mob and we been plottin' on how to get
you ain't supposed to judge em)
FOREVER!
THUG LIFE!
(that yute big ya done)
OUTLAW RIDAHZ!
WESTSIIIIIDE!
M.O.B.! *echoes*
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make
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