| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| Thugs known to bust on sight
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| God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin' that thug life
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| Been raised in violence homicide’s my lullaby
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| Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
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| Boss players you wonder why
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| I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
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| Bitches and niggas in Penitentiary suits
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| I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
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| As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
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| You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
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| My time as shorty was full of car chases
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| While runnin' with John Gotti’s and Scarface’s
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| Niggas knew, I’d be the Don in my own crew
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| A million niggas with automatics who swarm through
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| You wonder who shot me here’s a clue, stay alert
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| Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches (keep it money over bitches)
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| I blow you up on the spot, these Glocks hot 'til you drop
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| All you wannabe cops, you don’t wanna see shots
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| I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me
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| Actin' all new to me, I creep on you like puberty
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| You don’t wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
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| From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence
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| Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
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| 1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
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| When I’m drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
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| Bacardi coverin' my body at the wink and a smile
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| Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
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| I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew
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| This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
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| Fuck the world it’s Fatal dog against everybody
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| My shit’s phenomenal, droppin' like domino
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| Comin' with the real yo, and fuck what you feel yo
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| This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
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| This is for my niggas nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt
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| Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
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| Bitches is a cobra, with deadly venom
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| Move as smooth as I get 'em
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| Stackin' G’s, my niggas crosstown got ki’s
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| Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies
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| Money over bitches
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| (Nigga!)
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| I’m hittin' sixteen switches, my money over bitches
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| The struggle continues I’ll miss you on my road to riches
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| I’m contrited to strive never laggin'
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| Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin'
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| As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
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| Pager blowin' up but I don’t give a, fuck
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| I’m fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin'
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| Loc’ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven
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| So what can you do for me and what can I do for you
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| But stay true, and do the things that we do
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| Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
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| Reminded can’t find it complications what the future brings
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| Losin' my mind why you sweatin' me all the time
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| I’m caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
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| Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
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| I’m 'bout my riches, money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| That’s from the time a nigga close his eyes I’m hopin', I hope he awoken
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| Payin' my own that’s tokin' chokin' off-a Glocks smokin'
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| Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless
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| Gettin' niggas fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles
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| Ain’t a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
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| Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin' ya
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| Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin' in flocks
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| Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin' a watch out for cops
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| Gettin' kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
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| While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin' my money over all my bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| M.O.B., nigga cause we mob on you tricks
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| And you know we keep it money over bitches
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| That’s right nigga
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| Money over motherfuckin' bitches
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| M.O.B. |
| on 'em nigga
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| Keep your motherfuckin' mind on your money, fuck these hoes
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| (Thug life baby) You don’t need no motherfuckin' bitches
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| You need some motherfuckin' money
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| Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
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| Play right play by the rules and you’ll get paid fuck the fools
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| We up out of this bitch here.
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| BIATCH! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song M.O.B. , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп