Lyrics:
out Limping
And the fam helle chose
We're A mob
No kidding
Who said that we got no killers
Ahh
Big Boy Tingie
Uh
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Big
Yeah
Boss up, boss up
Godfather to the crew
I'm up, what's up?
Baby girl, what it do?
I try, I try
I try to be best
Don't lie, mob rides
Whole squad
Bring it havoc cause we mob deep
Y'all don't know shit about loyalty
Only thing that matters is the family
Now only thing that really matters is
need somebody to protect yuhhhh,
When the mob on yo ass you know messed uppp,
Wasn’t really tryna impreshhyuhhh,
It’s a habit I can never help but flex
Lunch tables desks lockers
Used to pluck the rich white kids that played soccer
Fuck a lunch bring pencils both wooden and mechanical
All
Uh
Ghetto Gospel where the cops is the crooks
And the kids is the victims and the ones getting cooked
Young niggas on the block we ain't never been
Yeah yeah, what
Who want it yeah yeah kid
One, two uh
Brooklyn, brooklyn, big borough with t
But everything in ain't always what it seems
You might get
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
Of my tragic past
I'm mafia Cause I'm
The boss of the mob
Kicking Danielson
To become a man
Son
Holding the monster by the hand
Son
I know the pain was
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
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
theorist
Maybe you blinded by the smoke and mirrors
Maybe they quiet the chaos with killers
Let the kids be gay
While the school teach hate
The president
Kids and give them a 100 chance In life
Why do the teachers work at Schools
And don't teach no body skills at Life
Get kicked out by the age of 12
may there be peace
VERSE 7 (DOBBY)
Yo, many killed by your hand
Way more than you, could understand
Even your kids see what you got planned
So I got
the silent kid on the side street
Now I mob deep with my watch piece
You can’t stop me ‘cause I’m a wild beast, uh
Let’s take it back to where it first started
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
as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob niggas
Looking for they cream
And word got back through this
Fiend that it was me who stole they lucci
Now they
my bitch
I respect that you ain never lied to me
Ten toes that’s just how I gotta be
By myself but I still got the mob with me
By myself but I still
a tracer round, turn your face around
By the time you see the signs I'ma smoke less
Sleigh my demons and I blaze at packs
Ain't that what these kids do
When
him
Let the bang hit him
Shooter it right by my side, he got The thing with him
Born soldiers for life, it ain't no folding
CBD is the mob, we steady
Found people saw me as a stick on the mud
Now I hire people to clean the mud off my kicks
Mob ran deep back then we was like Mobb Deep
All
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
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