M.O.B. [Original Version]

Art Banks, Big Simon, Hussein Fatal, Maurice Harding, Sony B., Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula

MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

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
Bitches and niggas in penitentiary suit's
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
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million niggas 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 bitches

MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

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 puberty
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 butter shotties for you
I got more bodies then Drew
I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it's Fatal
Dog against everybody

MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

My shit's phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real yo and
Fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the
Freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggas nationwide doin' work
Get your feelings hurt
Lose mo' faith than a composure
Money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin' G's
My niggas crosstown got ki's
Hoes get diseased and fleas
For these enemies money over bitches (Nigga)

MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

I'm hittin' sixteen switches
My money over bitches
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 fuck
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 bitches

MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

That's from the time a nigga
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
Bitches cause they scandalous
Gettin' niggas fucked 'n stuck from
Timbuk' to Los Angeles
Ain't a nigga 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 bitches

MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
MOB, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

That's right nigga
Money over motherfuckin' bitches
MOB on 'em nigga
Keep your motherfuckin' mind on your money
Fuck these hoes (Thug life baby) You don't
Need no motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right nigga
Keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and
You'll get paid fuck the fools
We up out of this bitch here bIATCH!

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La canción “M.O.B. [Original Version]” de 2Pac fue compuesta por Art Banks, Big Simon, Hussein Fatal, Maurice Harding, Sony B., Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula.

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