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*(Swoop G)*
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Right back at cha!
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Uh, 3 Times!
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Let these fools know they fuckin wit... MOBB LIFE!
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You know, B.A., Mr. Kamakazie
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Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One
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Ager Man, my boy
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3 Times.
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Verse 1 *(Ager Man)*
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First off all
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I got no time for these bitches thats smilin all in my face
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these niggas like bitches be fake,
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from head to toe laced up wit hate, nigga
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I'm a playa!
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Ridin, cuz fake niggas be scary liers
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runnin tired
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got me strapped up in a zone to open fire
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you got killas, we got killas to play the game of cash
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too many softies tryin to copy, but now I'm up in they ass
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see mama raised me to be a leader, so mutha fucka follow me
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when the funk go down we ridin' deep,
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wit a, I got you, an a you get me
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fear no man but God, so if it's on, its on
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cowards can come an get ya, but I'ma get ya later on
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I'm all bout me an mine
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fuck the snitches, fuck the bitches
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keep an out when we ride
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cuz we on a mission for riches
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nigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killas
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that give a fuck about ya feelin's, cuz nigga its strictly business
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Nigga what? Back up off me you softie
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I'm a cold piece of work like a dope fiend when
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you bitch niggas try to cross me
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Chorus 2x *(Keek Da Sneak)*
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The Sickness of a million niggas
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envy the enemy
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the remedy ??? ??? leave ya mind froze
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an blind fold, an tied up in a truck
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that says THREE TIMES! fa ya mind hoe
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an they find foes in a Cutlass sweet.
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Destruction of East.
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Verse 2 *(Keek Da Sneak)*
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K-R-A-Z-Y just fuckin' it up everytime
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it's trip gold an shine
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(an I...) keeps my nine
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you gettin robbed nigga
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I put that on the Mobb nigga
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so don't be slippin
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hatin an seregatin an thought them youngstas wasn't trippin
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Do G's get to go?
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When the weapons hit the spot
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an all you damn impersonators gotta pay
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get fucked wit an A-K
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bitch you bit it
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on the verge ???
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no longer ready
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see yous a poodle
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an when you see them niggas betta up ya shit
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an yous a ???
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jew-els an ???
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Burbons an Harleys
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reported stolen, you bitches so niggas is ridin' Charlie
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lavishly coordinated, this family tree
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Paraphanalia 2 Tha M.O.B.
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got it tatted on my stomach
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Three Times! When I run it
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An
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that's what I'm sizzilin gettin them bucks
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an aint no bitch gettin free fuck
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it's A.O.B. for the Nine-say whaaa??!!
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In the cut
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throw out my dezzle
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tryin' to get off the hizzle
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til the next nigga rizzle
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what the fuck he talkin' bout "pull pistols"?
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What fizzle?
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You gotta minute
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pulled him over, I shot his ass
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two left, so I bounced in
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wanna hit the bomb? Bitch hold ya breath.
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Chorus 2x
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Verse 3 *(Bart)*
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Nigga what?
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We come out the cuts an fuck shit up like straight mobbstas
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niggas is dyin to die but ready to ride like Face Mobbstas
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boy, ya feelin this gangsta paradise?
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Dealin we shakin the dice an watch you end it wit yo life
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we sold a gang a buddah
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like ???
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you juss a cutie, you actin like them groupies
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so you dyin to tell a hoochie
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juss a bootsie nigga
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I hate niggas thats down to rape niggas wit bitches
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you steadily stackin ya chips but bumpin ya gums to all them bitches
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nigga I know you love to hate us
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boy ya should wake up
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before we touch ya fuckin face up like mascara make-up
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we stackin more chips than in casinos
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dippin' in Reno
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mad cuz we pocketed all them C-Notes
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nigga crack some cee-low
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shoot ya shottie an get forgotten
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cuz me an my peoples gon get ya peoples an gets to mobbin.
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Chorus 2x
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*(Swoop G)*
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Mobb juss like a muta fuckin body blow or sumpthin
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no hittin nigga wit this, 3 Times shit!
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You know, can you handle it?
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Cuz a mutha fucka might fold up an fumble
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Ooops!
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Steppin on niggas, you know
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crawlin on niggas, but then we steppin now
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Sucka ass!!
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The Sickness
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| 3X Krazy |
