2 Pac - M. O. B. Lyrics
[chorus 2x: 2pac]M.o.b., nigga cause we mob on you tricksAnd you know we keep it money over *****es[2pac]Thugs known to bust on sightGod bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug lifeBeen raised in violence homicides my lullabyCame with the homies and learned to kick it until we dieBoss players you wonder whyI live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride*****es and niggaz in penitentary suitsI send em letters and money orders and make em my troopsAs for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mineYou cannot blind me addicted to a life of crimeMy time as shorty was full of car chasesWhile runnin with john gottis and scarfacesNiggas knew, Id be the don in my own crewA million niggaz with automatics who swarm throughYou wonder who shot me heres a clue, stay alertCause we comin for you, and keep it money over *****es[chorus] w/ ad libs[fatal]I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot til you dropAll you wannabe cops, you dont wanna see shotsI beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to meActin all new to me I creep on you like pubertyYou dont wanna see the bad image of this scrimmageFrom here to east greenwich through every state with a sentenceFrozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya1 2s we oughta cruise right by the state troopersWhen Im drinkin cristal, start thinkin bout alBacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smileBag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for youI got more bodies then drew, I drink mynotti on new, ***** your crewThis type of shit I do for a petty hobby***** the world its fatal dog against everybody[chorus][mopreme]My shits phenomenal, droppin like dominoComin with the real yo and ***** what you feel yoThis is not for all the freaks in short skirtsThis is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurtLose mo faith than a composure, money and the doja*****es is a cobra with deadly venomMove as smooth as I get em, stackin gsMy niggas crosstown got kisHoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over *****es(nigga!)[chorus][big syke]Im hittin sixteen switches, my money over *****esThe struggle continues Ill miss you on my road to richesIm contribed to strive never lagginDisappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flagginAs I get em up and leave em stuckPager blowin up but I dont give a *****Im fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellinLocers and smokers engaged twenty-fo/sevenSo what can you do for me and what can I do for youBut stay true, and do the things that we doBlinded evil-minded no option for my offspringReminded cant find it complications what the future bringsLosin my mind why you sweatin me all the timeIm caught in a bind, quality time on my grindRather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitchesIm bout my riches, money over *****es[chorus][e.d.i.]Thats from the time a nigga close his eyes Im hopin, I hope he awokenPayin my own thats tokin chokin off-a glocks smokinMoney and power watch these *****es cause they skanlessGettin niggaz *****ed n stuck from timbuk to los angelesAint a nigga ruggeder than this grimy heine guzzlerCowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin yaMe and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocksDeuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for copsGettin kicked, I keep my mind on my richesWhile uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my *****es[chorus] - 2x[2pac]Thats right niggaMoney over mother*****in *****esM.o.b. on em niggaKeep your mother*****in mind on your money, ***** these hoes(thug life baby) you dont need no mother*****in *****esYou need some mother*****in moneyGet your mind right nigga, keep your game tightPlay right play by the rules and youll get paid ***** the foolsWe up out of this ***** here[e.d.i.]Biatch!
