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

    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

    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


    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


    [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


    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

    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


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