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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Eric Rico
Eric Rico
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sonny B
Sonny B
Songwriter
Tyruss Himes
Tyruss Himes
Songwriter
Bruce Washington
Bruce Washington
Songwriter
Maurice Harding
Maurice Harding
Songwriter
Hussein Falal
Hussein Falal
Songwriter
BIG SIMON
BIG SIMON
Songwriter
Tupac Shakur
Tupac Shakur
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kurt "Kobane" Couthan
Kurt "Kobane" Couthan
Producer
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Mixing Engineer
Sonny B
Sonny B
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
COLD 187um
COLD 187um
Mixing Engineer
Keston E. Wright
Keston E. Wright
Engineer

Letra

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches 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 niggas in Penitentiary 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 niggas 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 M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches (keep it money over bitches) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches 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 M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches 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 niggas 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) Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches I'm hittin' sixteen switches, my money over bitches The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches I'm contrited 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-four-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 M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it 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' niggas 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 M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks And you know we keep it money over bitches 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, we gone Biatch
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Bruce Washington, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Anthony Banks, Curtis W. Couthon, B. Sonny Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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