(Intro)
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Yeah, mobbin', ya hear me?
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Long live the mob, yeah
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Then that feel mine for life
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Out of pocket things happen to out of pocket people, you hear me?
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So stay in pocket ¡®fore I get into your pockets
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Yeah, you mark ass niggas, big game
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You motherfuckers keep violating the shit mane,
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I'm at the center of hit squad man back at you, Fat Dave
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Larry P, mobbin' niggas, whom got open, ya hear me?
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Yeah we got Mack mizzle in this bitch, yeah
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Mobbin for real, ya heard me?
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(Verse)
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All life nigga, all right nigga,
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You know we mobbin for real,
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Young niggas come through with the steel
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Ain't nothing for you ass to get killed
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Your banana get pealed,
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You¡¯re fucking with the right one,
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So you're looking the wrong way, with the right gun,
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Psyche nigga, you keep doin what you do thinking that you a gangsta
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50 Cent said the best you niggas just a wankster,
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Dont' make me just kill, like this part my job,
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Cash money, young money, bitch I'm part of the mob,
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Nigga beat it, bout to move out to Kentucky
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We take over everything
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From Louisville to Lexington, them bitches tryna fuck me
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I already know when I drop there I¡¯m good,
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How they grow nigga, that's my motherfucking hood
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Shouts out the tune,
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We shittin' on this niggas like we woke up eating prunes,
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Who the fuck wanna test us, we coming soon,
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We at yo front door before you wake up
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Jack on your cake and yo make up
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Excuse me and Jake up, then take your bitch out the crib,
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And ski skirt on our make-up, that's how we feel nigga,
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This shit is real nigga, this shit is real nigga
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That's how we feel nigga, beat it holla at me yea
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(Interlude)
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The Akron, you heard me?
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I crawled around these niggas, tearing up shit,
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Believe that, yeah, west I was fine,
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Yeah, I will snap your motherfuckin cap
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Imagine that, out here in this motherfucking Miami
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Doing it big lie, you heard me?
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Me and my nigga Mack, Haly Grove
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(Verse)
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You understand nigga, I don't play football
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But like Pacman I'll be riding in that ghost,
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If you approach, I can make you a ghost,
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Get your ass up with that toast snd take your bread
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When I fill you with that led,
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You heard what I said, nigga
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Don't try to play dummin' like you¡¯re stupid retarded,
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My niggas loopin be come through
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And make it funky like fat man when he farted found your body
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Like when Ricky did, them boys in the hood,
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You see my boys is still hood nigga,
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We puff good nigga, you know we should nigga
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Leave you niggas on deck, roll feeling like shook nigga,
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Ridin up the block like I'm popped bustin shots,
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Who the fuck would wanna test, y'all niggas just not,
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What we is, what we ain't uh, fuck it man,
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I put about a mill on the Saints I don't care
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Bonnie boys, we run up on county boys, with them toys like brr
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Stick up! Aha, stick up B..
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(Interlude)
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Bitch ass nigga,
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My nigga forward to shit, you heard me?
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Yeah, I¡¯m motherfucking on do it like this
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One time man
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We all get this shit one time man,
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You hear me?
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Send a bitch dot com
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I warn you yall some of this pivid man
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But it ain¡¯t no real hold alive, you hear me?
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(Verse)
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Put a bitch on a track, fuck a rap
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Niggas know that them bitches get slapped but they ain't got my stacks,
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That's the reason why they call me Mack big pimpin,
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Off the Gulf Coast big shrimpin'
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Mobsters still eating lobster, pulling up in a Boxter
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Polo mother fucking horses that what¡¯s on my boxers
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Bitch I don't want box ya, I pop ya
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Leave you in the motherfucking grave, not they box ya
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Six feet deep is where you be I¡¯ll even see in the shit,
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If a nigga playin with me he eternally sleep,
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Uh, I put on my wall face, pull up on bumping that Scarface,
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And leave with a scarred face
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Who the fuck would wanna test me and my nigga ?
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We quick to pull triggers, yeah we still getting figures,
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Yeah some young money niggas yeah,
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Cash money niggas yeah
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West coast niggas yeah,
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South coast niggas yeah
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Blast if you protege nigga
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(Outro)
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That's what we do.
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Yea, my nigga throwin layups at the motherfuckin basket right |