*featuring Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx
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[Twista]
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Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as long
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As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever high
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Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down til they get you
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Multiple slugz found in your tissue
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Whatever it is you should've honored it
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when them niggaz told you not to come around here
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And you was found here
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Your death is now near
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I'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
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And dump em' in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and search
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While your mamma cryin' in church
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I'll be spyin for work
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I'ma go right on
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Cause when your life's gone
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Nigga there is no replacement
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And you got your work hid in the basement
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I got it, gothic
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Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronic
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Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body
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don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
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cause mob niggaz don't die
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[Liffy Stokes]
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Mob niggaz ain't go' never die
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We in the lot, callin shots, keeping
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Dope fiends forever high
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Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye
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Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I
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Man I put your block on four
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Hit k town and come back wit a bus load
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Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirty
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Minutes beef it gets muddy
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But I'ma swim through the murky water
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Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather
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Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes
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Live a life many kill and fight for
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And campaign in this rap game, cause ain't nothing out
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here in these motherfucking
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Streets man, and that's comin from a nigga you know who chose
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To be legit and still rip foes
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[Chorus 1 x2]
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Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot
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get shot, see the dot
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Same day back on the block, set up shop
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hat throw thuggin, throwin up
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Fo's and forks, strapped up
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screamin out I ain't gon' never die
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[Chorus 2 x2]
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we can be shot at, battered and bruised
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bloody and left out in the cold
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But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
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I'm still gonna murder you
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Cause mob niggaz don't die
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[Turtle Banxx]
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We release no doubt
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Just close are eyes and open fire
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Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly
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You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two
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Magazines and a throw away knife
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My position is thorough composition
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Competition is minimum blocks
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We bendin them shots
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We're sendin them at the rhythm
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Hit them put venom in them
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Bloody up him in his jeans
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And watch the white shirt study the scene
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Gang bangin aint go' Never cease
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As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
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Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed
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Who want it niggaz off the deed
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The K Town we spray round
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So stay down, this aint no play ground around here
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You could get found around here
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Shot up, battered and bruised
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Headline of the news
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The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool
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[Chorus 1 x2]
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[Chorus 2 x2]
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[Liffy Stokes]
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Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G
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you gots, to flip them keys
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And avoid, them federalies
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Cause they, be on that ass
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Ready to blast fast
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Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off
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charges like Payton
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Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz
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No the business
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No case without a witness, its senseless to resist this
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Hostile take over
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To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
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Then put my shit back in my holsta
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Blood crumbled on the posters
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I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta
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[Twista]
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Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it
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I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it
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Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coat
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Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro
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Back on the block servin
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After the murder packin
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For work cuz we're lucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervous
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Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy
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they lay, got it locked wit ten rolls
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If they spray, fuck it
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I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my body
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Bustin out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
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Screamin, die punk motherfuckers
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Reminice on how them hoes
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Mob Niggas Don't Die
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| Twista |
