| We on the radio nigga
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| Your girl wanna blow me now
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| Getting more head than a 30 on a 40 cal
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| Turn the radio down I’m tryna hear if this tree is loud
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| It’s crazy that your bitch said we fly, cause we breathing clouds
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| Got an eighth on me now tell the bitch bring a liter home
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| (?) it ain’t cool but when I leave I put my heater on
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| Gotta be a nerd ass nigga ain’t heard of me before
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| True Religion, (?) and Stalin they my amigos too
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| I ain’t let a bird out the cage, I let my eagle go
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| Coke on me, we leaning, but I don’t need it though
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| Your girlfriend dropped 6 bands, but i don’t need you hoe
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| Broke her when I met her when I let her go she leaving broke
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| Knock you squares off with this ladder you think we a joke
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| I’m from California my nigga I never seen it snow
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| 'Cept for in my kitchen my nigga and we was weighin' blow
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| Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
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| Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
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| Never wanna rap on a beat 'less it’s a (crier)?
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| Feds wanna run through my spot, give me another prior
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| Mane I’m turnt up with the Glock, you scared join the choir
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| S’Philthy, look, look
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| I say these broke niggas mad I got they rent in my pocket
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| I went from being a used to be to the number one topic
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| The mob of the wire, the wire of the mob
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| The hottest in the bay you other niggas get your jobs
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| I can’t explain the feeling when I copped my first foreign
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| Got shooters that’ll get it done for a fit and some Jordans
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| They say all I rap about is money, well bitch that’s what I’m having
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| I was real before rap on 580 with the package
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| I salute any real nigga that really touching cash
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| I really came from the bottom I was working with my last
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| Now I’m working with a whole thang I never stopped at half
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| In every city I touch down I always rep the ave
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| Only wish I ever had was to touch 36 ounces
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| But I made it happen and it ain’t come from rapping
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| Unless you talking Saran, trafficking in vacuum sealed
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| If you talking more than 40 we can talk about it (?)
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| They say leave the streets alone and I can get a deal
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| Tryna sell this white girl like stress so I can get a meal
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| Mobwire nigga
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| Part of the five families we come to the round table
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| I’m my brother keeper; |
| no Kane and Abel
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| You see the purple label, you see the foreign whips
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| That’s that Mobwire, Cypress Village, Bay shit
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| I was in the Matrix whip it try to get a brick
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| Go run and chase the money fuck a bitch
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| Niggas snitching they tell them we the hottest on
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| Smoking on purp watching the world through my kaleidoscope
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| Pushing rhymes like dope and it paid off
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| Now we playing with stacks like Bernie Madoff
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| It’s a celebration niggas; |
| Mazel Tov
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| Livewire boss, I know these niggas hating
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| Shoutout my momma rest in peace my dadda your son made it
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| Everyday my birthday, no happy belated
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| Bitch I’m an Oakland Raider, bitch I’m an Oakland Raider
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| Bounce out with your ass we the desintigrator
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| So much paper, we got paper cuts
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| Ya them other niggas cool, but they ain’t us
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| Fuck around get your whole head tapered up
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| CEO shit, Tony Draper papered up
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| Respect amongst man is what we demand of eachother
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| AR with the double drum for my band of brothers
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| Magazines asking questions about my track (?)
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| I think he was on people tryna wrap me up but I see you
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| You ain’t heard that I’m the crack that you gave me as one of them babies
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| I’m so dope I can sell myself I’m way too mainey ya this shit paid me
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| You got rap cause the crack I sold was killing my kind
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| And so my other brother (?) tried doing that time
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| But his minds (?) so all them rookies talk about cookies
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| Just imposters can’t be mobsters I feel like Tony around all these (?)
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| I never ask them why all these squares tryna call me Rock
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| I know the reason why Gotti went (?)
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| Gangsta gangsta (?) with the banger
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| Huey P and Lew real recognize real and nigga you a stranger
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| I’m a real rider and this mobwire
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| Bitch you’ll fight and you’ll hide
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| Nigga I ain’t got no friends you either family or you gone buy
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| Customer and I come for ya if you stab me in my back
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| Niggas will catch you with ya kids
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| We don’t be killing niggas on wax
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| These obituaries is facts (?) extended in these tracks
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| So don’t try me with all these questions your best bet is just to ease back,
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| nigga
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| Word to Sean my ratchets still go off I promise
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| Word to (?) who tried to show you niggas where the (?) is
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| We talking power when the illest niggas merge
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| Mob Figaz, Livewire power surge in the song |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MobWire, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song Trap-a-Holics Presents: N.E.R.N.L. (Not Enough Real N*ggas Left), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп