M.o.b. Lyrics

[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

[2Pac:]
Thugs 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
Came 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 niggaz in penitentary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you 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 niggaz 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

[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches [Mopreme:]
My shit'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 niggaz 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!)

[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

[Outro: 2Pac]
That's right nigga
Money over motherf*ckin bitches
M.O.B. on 'em nigga
Keep your motherf*ckin mind on your money, f*ck these hoes
(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherf*ckin bitches
You need some motherf*ckin money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid f*ck the fools
We up out of this bitch here

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