| You can’t fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shit
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| First I load the clip and then I make the hit
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| I know some y’all can’t fade this
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| Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
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| So you and your boys are ass-out
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| When I’m rollin in a seven-deuce glass house
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| The Mob ain’t nothing but a menace
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| When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats
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| I’m pouring out some of my beer for my homies
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| Ready to peel your cap
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| You can’t believe Faces of Death on wax
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| Some say the Mob ain’t positive
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| Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live
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| How I live and you could either give a fuck punk
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| Yo or get your ass bucked
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| Some rappers are heaven-sent
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| But Self-Destruction don’t pay the fucking rent
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| So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job
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| I’d rather roll it wit the Lench Mob
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| To be down with the Mob is simple
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| Mind your own you want a spot find your own
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| And take mine if you’re badder than the strong man
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| I do the right thing I do the wrong thing
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| Do anything cause I ain’t faking the scene
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| It’s all about how much bacon you bring
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| And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it Yo you ain’t seen nothing
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| Cause if you testify you’re living blind
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| Cause in the city you live and let die
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| Rolling with the fools One Time can’t beat
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| On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet
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| He said I know you I said you might
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| My name is Ice Cube I did a song you didn’t like
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| So he soaked me up like Bounty
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| Had to do a week in the county
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| A piece of cake it was just like a party
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| Cause in the county you know everybody
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| No I didn’t kill or steal or rob
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| Locked up for what cause I’m rollin wit the Lench Mob
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| If you know a female that’s rollin with the Lench Mob
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| Watch your step cause the gat is kept
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| In the purse like my homegirl Yo-Yo
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| You gotta be down and you can’t be a hoe no Cause if you are I’ll be the first one to bust you out
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| After my crew I’ll be the first one to rush you out
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| Get the picture or bitch
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| You’ll get the eighty-six
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| If she wanna try and mix
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| Business and pleasure make up your own mind
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| You gotta be a hoe on your own time
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| Don’t sleep cause even on a solo creep
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| Yo the Mob is still deep
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| And we’ll play ya just like a nit-wit
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| You thought you got with the crew you can’t get with
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| So get the noose ready for the lynching
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| Now 235 is what I’m benching
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| But nowadays it’s still not enough
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| I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush
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| Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job
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| Rolling with the motherfucking Lench Mob |