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M.o.b. (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão


Verse one
I’m livin’ in hell, where all these niggaz
Got stories to tell, i be blasin’t on these bitch niggaz
Servin’ well, and the company i keep, be the scum of the earth
Body tated, hair matted, sellin’ key’s if you fuck wit these
Law breakin’ niggaz scream, fuck the police
We gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
What the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
Findin’ niggaz dead, bring’em home and i can’t wait
If niggaz is real, then they ain’t scared to split ‘em
All that job-ownin’ shit, fuck you,i ain’t wit’em
Cuz, when i say jump, niggaz say
How high? or i stabb you in ya fuckin’ eye
Now let’s get busy nigga

Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches, cuz we ain’t scared to die
Live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

Verse two [fatal]
Keep it comin’, these niggaz get done in
On any run in, i smrik and jerk, on any trigga
Puttin’ in work, then past it off, to my little man
Like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
Endin’ ya whole stat, i’m the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit
So i’m a be buckin’ shit, ya don’t know who you fuckin’ wit
Yall spaced out duckin’ quick, the number one parolly
Slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin’
Up shorty rocks, gettin’ money wit the forty cop

Chorus (2x)

Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
Scared to bust, and i be lookin’ through ya ass like you
Plexey glass, so i send my pretty bitch
Swingin’ tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
Blastin’ fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
But it don’t mean shit, til you witness to yourself
How live it get, and i never let no rhymin’ ass bitch
Share a mic wit me, until i see her versatility
You get the fuckin’ picture, i swear by everythin’ spit in my rhymes
It’s only hollow points i spit out my nine
Drillin’ niggaz on the block, when i’m passin’ through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
And if i ever get caught sleepin’, which i ever doubt would happen
I’d be the last nigga rappin’, i’ll keep my fuckin’ guns clappin’

Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
Smellin’ they own shit, when i rip the berrta slow
The nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin’ silly
Blowin’em and showin’em, cuz my dogs don’t know’em
I don’t give a fuck, how small big and tall
Come get me, and i talk on how square yall are
Attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
And the toughest on ya squad, can’t ride wit bizniss
I don’t know what these niggaz, be thinkin’ when they see me
Niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stick’em like cornerbacks
Yall niggaz is jumpin’ jackz, and bluffin’ on wax
Thinkin’ you can clown me, me and my little town we
We lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can’t drown me
I’ll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
To tall for lust, i bend these bitches when i fuck

Chorus (2x)

Muthafuckin’ m.o.b you ain’t seen shit yet, what

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M.o.b. (Letra)

2Pac

2Pac

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[chorus 2x: 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] w/ ad libs

[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 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

[chorus]

[mopreme]
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 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]

[big syke]
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

[chorus]

[e.d.i.]
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 skanless
Gettin niggaz 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

[chorus] – 2x

[2pac]
That’s right nigga
Money over motherfuckin bitches
M.o.b. 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

[e.d.i.]
Biatch!