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street military - mob money كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
you done f_cked up mane
you done f_cked up and k!lled the head boss mane
they’re coming to look for you mane with machine guns 1,000 deep mane
i’m just trying to tell you mane, so you can get your sh_t together
they’re coming to k!ll you

[verse 1]
boss dog got to live with the first slug that hit you
now they hug your b_tches ’cause you was that n_gga
i lay the line, you cross it, my n_gga you pay the fine
no excuses for lying i’m putting two in your mind
off the chain like pit bulls ready to show we game
about to fill the rings with stickies and double flame
got it down for n_ggas on lock and not around and must
we hold our grounds and bust who out of bounds
hey let it ride so n_ggas that cross they better hide
quick to run in your house and k!ll you f_cking your wife
you know my score, ski mask boots and camouflage
n_ggas that had it hard but now we could never starve
we ghetto grads trying to get sh_t we never had
getting that cheddar fast and making them devils mad
just mob money got the dogs waiting for jobs from me
ready to rob something and ready to start pumping
we take spots, run up on your corner with k’s c_cked
n_ggas can’t make knots if we on the next block
just k!lla cl!ck in the jungle doing guerrilla sh_t
mob be militatin’ cars with window tint
raw like the syndicate, the cops and the judge
they want to lock me for drugs but they have no witnesses
i’m guilty till i’m innocent, i’m trying to do the world a benefit and tell a rich n_gga don’t snitch

[chorus]
cause this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n_gga if you touch it you’re dead
ain’t no body shots we’re busting’ your head, you understand?
cause this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
they know paper brings the power we gamble with dirty dollars
send our kids to college and give ’em some street knowledge

[verse 2]
these drug dollars make n_ggas, b_tches and blood follow
you know a n_gga love power addicted they can’t kick it
you know i’d sooner overdose trying to sew up my coast
from texas to mexico who is the next to go?
refuse to be dead and broke forever i mention coke
cause thugs don’t have no hope we dreaming to live the life
whatever the sacrifice get faded and pass the dice
jacker won’t ask you twice
n_ggas just want it all, too selfish and d_mn greedy
ain’t enough meat in these streets for all my dogs to eat
why is it like that? that’s why we k!ll n_gga
better creep_eat_sh_t_sleep with cha’ steel n_gga
the main reason why my choppa’s always in the dropper
cause none of them doctors can save my partners
it’s boss dog out of ridgemont 4
straight letting these motherf_ckers know

[chorus]
that n_gga this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n_gga if you touch it you’re dead
ain’t no body shots we’re busting’ your head, you understand?
cause this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
they know paper brings the power we gamble with dirty dollars
send our kids to college and give ’em some street knowledge

[verse 3]
stay on top of your game and never let ’em see you broke
it’ll drive you insane if your mind can’t cope
n_gga stomping my chains? i’ma aim above his throat with a dot on his brain
or his head in a scope when he do what he do
let me know when i slide through
hoe’s for hire too, a judge can hide you
i promise we’ll find you, got k!llers can fine tune
they come from behind you, put shanks inside you
ain’t no discriminate when i’m eliminating
or setting a demonstration to show i’m a mental patient
all of this paper chasing all of these haters hating
trying to find out and find [?] what a player making
but they get natin’ but a slug, then get sent to satan
hooked on his money like a drug it’s like i can taste it
now i’m established, had to rob n_ggas that had a revolver in my jacket [?]

[chorus]
now i’m making’ mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n_gga if you touch it you’re dead
ain’t no body shots we’re busting’ your head, you understand?
cause this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
they know paper brings the power we gamble with dirty dollars
send our kids to college and give ’em some street knowledge
making’ mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n_gga if you touch it you’re dead
ain’t no body shots we’re busting’ your head, you understand?
cause this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f_ckin’ feds and them laws want me
they know paper brings the power we gamble with dirty dollars
send our kids to college and give ’em some street knowledge

[outro]
money over busters and b_tches
for my n_ggas that had to struggle to get it
keep your hustle consistent now, come on
money over busters and b_tches
for my n_ggas that had to struggle to get it
keep your hustle consistent now, come on

- street military

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