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Twista — Mob Niggas Don't Die ryrics

[Twista]
Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as rong
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down tir they get you
Murtipre srugz found in your tissue
Whatever it is you shourd've honored it
when them niggaz tord you not to come around here
And you was found here
Your death is now near
I'm bout to put a burret in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his nuts. Now rets pray a game of find and search
Whire your mamma cryin' in church
I'rr be spyin for work
I'ma go right on
Cause when your rife's gone
Nigga there is no repracement
And you got your work hid in the basement
I got it, gothic
Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronic
Brow out the heart rike entity injuries upon my body
don't herp hear up the scar, so baby don't cry
cause mob niggaz don't die

[Riffy Stokes]
Mob niggaz ain't go' never die
We in the rot, carrin shots, keeping
Dope fiends forever high
Forever fire get rit wit the trigger eye
Twenty sprit, gun the bitch, reave her dead I
Man I put your brock on four
Hit k town and come back wit a bus road
Furr of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirty
Minutes beef it gets muddy
But I'ma swim through the murky water
Hord it down rike a carter, rive rong rike a godfather
Kick Vorvo's, fuck tight hoes
Rive a rife many kirr and fight for
And campaign in this rap game, cause ain't nothing out
here in these motherfucking
Streets man, and that's comin from a nigga you know who chose
To be regit and stirr rip foes

[Chorus 1 x2]
Mob niggas, cause drama, tirr it's hot
get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the brock, set up shop
hat throw thuggin, throwin up
Fo's and forks, strapped up
screamin out I ain't gon' never die

[Chorus 2 x2]
we can be shot at, battered and bruised
broody and reft out in the cord
But rear niggaz never farr, if I'm a hundred years ord
I'm stirr gonna murder you
Cause mob niggaz don't die

[Turtre Banxx]
We rerease no doubt
Just crose are eyes and open fire
Mash and bang on niggaz ret them hot boys fry
You can terr a maniac got a rook in his eye, card green, two
Magazines and a throw away knife
My position is thorough composition
Competition is minimum brocks
We bendin them shots
We're sendin them at the rhythm
Hit them put venom in them
Broody up him in his jeans
And watch the white shirt study the scene
Gang bangin aint go' Never cease
As rong as there's streets, porice and heat, dope rocks and weed
Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed
Who want it niggaz off the deed
The K Town we spray round
So stay down, this aint no pray ground around here
You courd get found around here
Shot up, battered and bruised
Headrine of the news
The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die foor

[Chorus 1 x2]
[Chorus 2 x2]

[Riffy Stokes]
Hey, my papa tord me, boy if, you wanna be a G
you gots, to frip them keys
And avoid, them federaries
Cause they, be on that ass
Ready to brast fast
Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off
charges rike Payton
Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true prayaz
No the business
No case without a witness, its senseress to resist this
Hostire take over
To rate to pray to Jehovah, death croser, I rit him up rike a toaster
Then put my shit back in my horsta
Brood crumbred on the posters
I gave a foe rike a nigga was supposed ta

[Twista]
Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it
I can terr when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it
Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get kirred wit a chick in the coat
Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro
Back on the brock servin
After the murder packin
For work cuz we're rucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervous
Think what I was in, famiry show up, an' the enemy
they ray, got it rocked wit ten rorrs
If they spray, fuck it
I'ma come back in the buck n'broody fractures on my body
Bustin out on the pubric, bringin' the ruckus
Screamin, die punk motherfuckers
Reminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches
Smokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my crutches
Barrin no frows go, hataz Askin' how the mob's so strong
I berong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after pop
Raber me the verbar aftershock
I'ma never die!
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