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2pac - m.o.b. (og) lyrics

[hook: 2pac]
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches

[verse 1: 2pac]
now i been known to bust on sight
god bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin’ that thug life
been raised in violence homicide’s my lullaby
hang with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
boss players you wonder why
i live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
b-tches and n-ggas in penitentiary suits
i send ’em letters and money orders and make ’em my troops
as for these females, i got no time, i gotta get mine
you cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
my time as shorty was full of car chases
while runnin’ with john gotti’s and scarface’s
n-ggas knew, i’d be the don in my own crew
a million n-ggas with automatics who swarm through
you wonder who shot me here’s a clue, stay alert
cause we comin’ for you, and keep it money over b-tches

[hook: 2pac]
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches

[verse 2: hussien fatal]
i blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot ’til you drop
all you wannabe cops, you don’t wanna see shots
i beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
actin’ all new to me i creep on you like p-b-rty
you don’t wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
from here to east greenwich through every state with a sentence
frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2’s we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
when i’m drinkin’ cristal, start thinkin’ ’bout al
bacardi coverin’ my body at the wink and a smile
bag a hottie or two, cause b-tter shotties for you
i got more bodies then drew, i drink mynotti on new, f-ck your crew
this type of sh-t i do for a petty hobby
f-ck the world it’s fatal dog against everybody

[hook: 2pac]
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches

[verse 3: mopreme]
my sh-t’s phenomenal, droppin’ like domino
comin’ with the real yo and f-ck what you feel yo
this is not for all the freaks in short skirts
this is for my n-ggas nationwide doin’ work, get your feelings hurt
lose mo’ faith than a composure, money and the doja
b-tches is a cobra with deadly venom
move as smooth as i get ’em, stackin’ g’s
my n-ggas crosstown got ki’s
hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over b-tches
(n-gga!)

[hook: 2pac]
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches

[verse 4: big syke]
i’m hittin’ sixteen switches, my money over b-tches
the struggle continues i’ll miss you on my road to riches
i’m contribed to strive never laggin’
disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin’
as i get ’em up and leave ’em stuck
pager blowin’ up but i don’t give a f-ck
i’m fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin’
loc’ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo’/seven
so what can you do for me and what can i do for you
but stay true, and do the things that we do
blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
reminded can’t find it complications what the future brings
losin’ my mind why you sweatin’ me all the time
i’m caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
i’m ’bout my riches, money over b-tches

[hook: 2pac]
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches

[verse 5: yaki kadafi]
that’s from the time a n-gga close his eyes i’m hopin’, i hope he awoken
payin’ my own that’s tokin’ chokin’ off-a glocks smokin’
money and power watch these b-tches cause they scandalous
gettin’ n-ggas f-cked ‘n stuck from timbuk’ to los angeles
ain’t a n-gga ruggeder than this grimy heine’ guzzler
cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin’ ya
me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin’ in flocks
deuce-deuce in my socks keepin’ a watch out for cops
gettin’ kicked, i keep my mind on my riches
while uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin’ my money over all my b-tches

[hook: 2pac]
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches
m.o.b., n-gga cause we mob on you tricks
and you know we keep it money over b-tches

[outro: 2pac]
that’s right n-gga
money over motherf-ckin’ b-tches
m.o.b. on ’em n-gga
keep your motherf-ckin’ mind on your money, f-ck these hoes
(thug life baby) you don’t need no motherf-ckin’ b-tches
you need some motherf-ckin’ money
get your mind right n-gga, keep your game tight
play right play by the rules and you’ll get paid f-ck the fools
we up out of this b-tch here
biatch!

- 2pac lyrics

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