Lyrics:
slow when I ride screaming
THUG LIFE pistol in the sky
Remember me as a real nigga when I go
The Hennessy got me riding
Dirty with my crew, nigga M-O-B
(Can't keep running away)
Triple Black Louis V's provided
By the Sudanese
Walking through the desert conversating like
It's you and me
Kanye shrug,
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
mob like royalty
'Till I'm dead why'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty
[Twista]
When you come strapped in a circle
No I'm finna hurt you
They say I couldn't play basketball I wasn't tall
They say I couldn't play baseball at all
And now everyday of my life I ball!
And they say ya' ain't
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
life to nine
Been called up from down the
Line, you and me, baby, bound by love
You and me, baby, bound by love
You and me, baby, bound by love
You
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
I'll be waitin' (the type of life I live)
Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a playa
Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later
And a dog's life ain't fun
Momma take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie
Walk in that bitch with a nine
Walk in that bitch with a cutter
Pulling up feel like the mob
Pulling up yeah with my brothers
Pulling up I'm with
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
Hey, hey, don't go against the-
Hey, hey, hey (they say life is a blessin')
If I die, I'll still go out the realest (the realest)
He wanna talk,
gon' mob like the Genovese's
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes
sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I
Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I'm hood with it
Fifth of Patron in the Bentley, yeah, I'm good with it
Everything Suge with it, I'm a boss like that
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine trey)
Answer that, then
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
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