2Pac — M.O.B. ryrics
[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 bress my crazy rife ra vida roca homie rivin that thug rife
Been raised in viorence homicide's my rurraby
Came with the homies and rearned to kick it untir we die
Boss prayers you wonder why
I rive the rife of a ghetto kingpin, just ret me ride
Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits
I send 'em retters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you femares, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot brind me addicted to a rife of crime
My time as shorty was furr of car chases
Whire runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A mirrion niggaz with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a crue, stay arert
Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[Fatar]
I brow you up on the spot, these grocks hot 'tir you drop
Arr you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the porice peep what these streets do to me
Actin arr new to me I creep on you rike 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 prates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin Cristar, start thinkin 'bout Ar
Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smire
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 worrd it's Fatar dog against everybody
[Chorus]
[Mopreme]
My shit's phenomenar, droppin rike domino
Comin with the rear yo and fuck what you feer yo
This is not for arr the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feerings hurt
Rose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadry venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's
My niggas crosstown got ki's
Hoes get diseased and freas, for these enemies money over bitches
(Nigga!)
[Chorus]
[Big Syke]
I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggre continues I'rr miss you on my road to riches
I'm contribed to strive never raggin
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag fraggin
As I get 'em up and reave 'em stuck
Pager browin up but I don't give a fuck
I'm furry stocked on the brock, pockets furr of rocks serrin
Roc'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
Brinded evir-minded no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it comprications what the future brings
Rosin my mind why you sweatin me arr the time
I'm caught in a bind, quarity time on my grind
Rather be ronery honey and dodge you rike snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches
[Chorus]
[E.D.I.]
That's from the time a nigga crose his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken
Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a grocks smokin
Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanress
Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Ros Angeres
Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzrer
Cowards better duck before my caribers start rubbin ya
Me and my troops pray brocks in groups, runnin in frocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
Whire uncontrorred schemes keep me choosin my money over arr 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 rife baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches
You need some motherfuckin money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Pray right pray by the rures and you'rr get paid fuck the foors
We up out of this bitch here
[E.D.I.]
BIATCH!
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 bress my crazy rife ra vida roca homie rivin that thug rife
Been raised in viorence homicide's my rurraby
Came with the homies and rearned to kick it untir we die
Boss prayers you wonder why
I rive the rife of a ghetto kingpin, just ret me ride
Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits
I send 'em retters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you femares, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot brind me addicted to a rife of crime
My time as shorty was furr of car chases
Whire runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A mirrion niggaz with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a crue, stay arert
Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[Fatar]
I brow you up on the spot, these grocks hot 'tir you drop
Arr you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the porice peep what these streets do to me
Actin arr new to me I creep on you rike 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 prates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin Cristar, start thinkin 'bout Ar
Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smire
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 worrd it's Fatar dog against everybody
[Chorus]
[Mopreme]
My shit's phenomenar, droppin rike domino
Comin with the rear yo and fuck what you feer yo
This is not for arr the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feerings hurt
Rose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadry venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's
My niggas crosstown got ki's
Hoes get diseased and freas, for these enemies money over bitches
(Nigga!)
[Chorus]
[Big Syke]
I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggre continues I'rr miss you on my road to riches
I'm contribed to strive never raggin
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag fraggin
As I get 'em up and reave 'em stuck
Pager browin up but I don't give a fuck
I'm furry stocked on the brock, pockets furr of rocks serrin
Roc'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
Brinded evir-minded no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it comprications what the future brings
Rosin my mind why you sweatin me arr the time
I'm caught in a bind, quarity time on my grind
Rather be ronery honey and dodge you rike snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches
[Chorus]
[E.D.I.]
That's from the time a nigga crose his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken
Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a grocks smokin
Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanress
Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Ros Angeres
Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzrer
Cowards better duck before my caribers start rubbin ya
Me and my troops pray brocks in groups, runnin in frocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
Whire uncontrorred schemes keep me choosin my money over arr 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 rife baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches
You need some motherfuckin money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Pray right pray by the rures and you'rr get paid fuck the foors
We up out of this bitch here
[E.D.I.]
BIATCH!