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husalah, san quinn, messy marv & the jacka - this is the mob for life lyrics

[verse 1: the jacka]
duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh
“what happened to the world?” is my biggest question
what happened to the cuddie furl was the biggest lesson
up the block sideways through the intersection
seem just like yesterday we was in the session
what you know ’bout holdin’ it down with a weapon?
i don’t think you do, the words from never blink was true
now sink deep me and you, that’s eye and eye
i was high in smoke too thick to see through
cloud my brain, i was barely sane
n-gga sh-t ain’t really been the same, since i been a grown mane
shoulda got an education, only got myself to blame
gettin’ older every day, tryna smoke away the pain
gunshot, one shot (blaow), i can see his brain (blaow)
i can’t see his face no more, i don’t feel a thing

[chorus: messy marv]
i don’t just rap about it n-gga this is my life
and the game was my b-tch ’til i made her my wife
n-gga this the mob for life, for life, for life
i don’t just rap about it n-gga this is my life
and the game was my b-tch ’til i made her my wife
n-gga this the mob for life, for life, for life

[verse 2: san quinn]
but still i gotta get over
why settle for a pebble ‘stead of holdin’ a boulder
not a shoulder to weep on
a mattress to sleep on
the night life and havin’ money made me leave home
played in my face and told me toon was smooth
who do you run wit’? usually fools
in love wit’ a gangsterish nature but came out first
in love wit’ bad habits money was my first
he’s young, he’s black, you know his life
cookin’ crack in the jar, growin’ weed under lights
read me my rights, cuff and enslave me
’cause i’m shady is the nation that made me
gotta get a coin, pushin’ in a tenderloin
steam rollin’ compet-tion so you better join
from hunter’s point, fillmore to the ‘lo
we k!ll for what reason? we do not know
homicides outside wit’ the swat unit

[verse 3: husalah]
it’s cops and cocaine on my block in my face
’cause all official dudes just gang bang on mysp-ce
i caught a federal charge, it made my mind race
five straight in the feds and camp time in outer sp-ce
floatin’ in my sl500, i ride blunted
wit’ no smoke in the air, top down and the trunk stuntin’
now this is real life, so don’t confuse nothin’
i make pumps hot for months when the hus’ is dumpin’
they glorify the life, but they ain’t pumpin’ nothin’
get traumatized and sodomized wit’ the pump when the hus’ is dumpin’
blue steel, true sk!ll wit’ this mob sh-t
the gop had me brainwashed at 13 i was robbin’
top shottin’ and batchi boys chops rockin’
sweat suits shockin’, top droppin’, i’m cold c-ckin’
and i swear to god, on my life that’s the true sh-t
put that on god, if you fake this ain’t for you b-tch

[chorus: messy marv]
i don’t just rap about it n-gga this is my life, my life, my life
and the game was my b-tch ’til i made her my wife
n-gga this the mob for life, for life, for life
i don’t just rap about it n-gga this is my life, my life, my life
and the game was my b-tch ’til i made her my wife
n-gga this the mob for life, for life, for life

[verse 4: messy marv]
i was born to get money and hug this corner
i got a bad b-tch but i don’t want her
tryna pimp on her man and sit her down in pamona
do it movin’ homie and sit her -ss down in tacoma
tryna cash out
these b-tch -ss n-ggas don’t want me to pull a mask out
run in they pockets n-gga right in front of the crack house, yeah
mob figga n-gga number six
young mess and lil’ silver blocks and let them birds pop
they talk about it but i don’t think these n-ggas want it
see you whippin’ in traffic, i’ll push up on it yeah
they talk about it but i don’t think these n-ggas want it
see you whippin’ in traffic, i’ll push up on it
this the mob n-gga

- husalah san quinn messy marv the jacka lyrics

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