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Mobb Shit

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Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet. Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. Uh uh uh. I hits the corner on three Daytonaz Wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena California Uh she started tuggin' an rubbin' on the Swoop I'm wastin' my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce Uh you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos Came back to California now it's time to roll I was sixteen mane, sellin' quarter keys of dank My uncle was a balla from around the way So I had the hook up Whole keys I cooked up Now all my niggaz, makin' major figgaz. Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin' a lick Pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick And the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit Like bitches on Set It Off, dank Niggaz be sniffin' dark bank Mission accomplished boss crack Hard or soft livin' boys and girls packin' yo shit Let it off Niggaz who floss out here be takin' a loss It cost to be the mutha fuckin' Boss Playa Talks to throw away gats in the air For makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa Niggaz beware The ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere Fo rappin' about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare No happy-happy, joy-joy It's these boys, Runnin' from decoys, pimpin' mo bitches than Dr. Detroit It goes down Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin' pounds into ashes Black ski maskes Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay The Yay Area smoke greenery malacious all day Eh, eh blaze. Back in the days, when I was raised Niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's I prayed to my Lord that head won't take Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's And hit the corners I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozen Bitch you was chosen, That's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness Mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless Fuck all that other Bury yo brother Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's For tryin' to brace, Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's Place the cover in a maced ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience Hot traces, suicide so you really can't fuck this Bringin' mo heat than Rapper Bernard Lookin', micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hard Oh, from a sucka Fo them niggaz that press they luck there In a game fucka Paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass Couped up in an send 'em, an jive Make niggaz remember the Mobb Them other niggaz ain't no kiddin' 'em An it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista Hit ya, get ya, split ya That's how we shit ya. Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredictable Niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot I'm surrounded by nimphos Givin' up info On where you hide yo doe an indo


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