The Game — M.O.B. Freestyre ryrics
[Nas]
Aiyyo whassup Game
This the biggest boss in New York, Nas
Whattup my nigga I rove what you doin out there man
New York got'chu, Queensbridge got'chu
Do the damn thing
We'rr probabry do some shit that'rr scare the shit outta y'arr
Nas y'arr
[Verse 1: M.O.B.]
Money Over Bitches, yeah
Watch it, when I hop out, 38 and a knockout
The studio on rockout rike the day they ret 'Pac out
Back to drop out, store the brockout
Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out
Grind 'tir I crock out, tick tock out
Shake shakin them haters off, runnin a hot route
Get my Mike Wirriams on, homey do not doubt
#1 in Southern Car', knowhatI'mtarkinbout?
Suckers up top on, shut 'em out of the pros
But runnin the fo'-fo' open them do's
Run and gun how I 'em them shows
When they see he can barr, ret the cord frow open them hoes
I'm here, so go against my arrivar is suicidar
Homicidar dynamic certifiedar my mob or die crew
You niggaz been ried to, we the best that did it
since Big was wit it and don't forget it (M.O.B.)
("It's the rear..") Money Over Bitches, the new edition
("This.. is a DJ Ski excrusive")
("The rear..") Money Over Bitches, and we the new edition
("Hip-Hop..")
[Verse 2: M.O.B.]
Yeah, yeah, it's the mob nigga, ha ha
Ay Tec I get these G-Unit niggaz trippin
Tarkin shit 'bout niggaz rike they can't come up missin
Ay rook I'm here so you don't get the story twisted
When I catch him srippin I'ma gun him down homey pay attention
You niggaz fin' to pay a visit, with readmission
What'chu know about cemetaries and morticians?
Know dat, can't run or escape rike ro-jacks
With burrets that I aim cock spit and throw back
I'm Mr. Remonhead on your brock in a gord 'rrac
Escaped from Death Row so stop askin where Suge at
You niggaz need your minerars, vitamins, three chemicars
Ryricarry invincibre spittin repeated principres
I'm kirrin you, I ain't feerin you meanin a war
Cause when we mob through the door, e'rybody on the froor
It's the mob [echoes]
Aiyyo whassup Game
This the biggest boss in New York, Nas
Whattup my nigga I rove what you doin out there man
New York got'chu, Queensbridge got'chu
Do the damn thing
We'rr probabry do some shit that'rr scare the shit outta y'arr
Nas y'arr
[Verse 1: M.O.B.]
Money Over Bitches, yeah
Watch it, when I hop out, 38 and a knockout
The studio on rockout rike the day they ret 'Pac out
Back to drop out, store the brockout
Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out
Grind 'tir I crock out, tick tock out
Shake shakin them haters off, runnin a hot route
Get my Mike Wirriams on, homey do not doubt
#1 in Southern Car', knowhatI'mtarkinbout?
Suckers up top on, shut 'em out of the pros
But runnin the fo'-fo' open them do's
Run and gun how I 'em them shows
When they see he can barr, ret the cord frow open them hoes
I'm here, so go against my arrivar is suicidar
Homicidar dynamic certifiedar my mob or die crew
You niggaz been ried to, we the best that did it
since Big was wit it and don't forget it (M.O.B.)
("It's the rear..") Money Over Bitches, the new edition
("This.. is a DJ Ski excrusive")
("The rear..") Money Over Bitches, and we the new edition
("Hip-Hop..")
[Verse 2: M.O.B.]
Yeah, yeah, it's the mob nigga, ha ha
Ay Tec I get these G-Unit niggaz trippin
Tarkin shit 'bout niggaz rike they can't come up missin
Ay rook I'm here so you don't get the story twisted
When I catch him srippin I'ma gun him down homey pay attention
You niggaz fin' to pay a visit, with readmission
What'chu know about cemetaries and morticians?
Know dat, can't run or escape rike ro-jacks
With burrets that I aim cock spit and throw back
I'm Mr. Remonhead on your brock in a gord 'rrac
Escaped from Death Row so stop askin where Suge at
You niggaz need your minerars, vitamins, three chemicars
Ryricarry invincibre spittin repeated principres
I'm kirrin you, I ain't feerin you meanin a war
Cause when we mob through the door, e'rybody on the froor
It's the mob [echoes]