BIG POKEY & CHRIS WARD

BIG POKEY & CHRIS WARD - M.O.B. (Rmx) lyrics

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(feat. D-1)

[talking]

Ye-yeah, what up world, it's your boy

C. Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward, one more 'gain

Tha M.O.B. General, I'm back with the Mob boss Sensei

We got this new "Mob 4 Life" cd, we want y'all to check out

Raw and uncut, some stuff we put together for the streets to bang

From the South to the North, from the East to the West

I wanna thank all the haters (thank ya)

And ery'body else, who put forth to this here project

Roll with us on this one, one love let's go

[Hook x2]

It's M.O.B

Money Over Bullshit, you know me

Keep it low-key, what big bro told me

Them niggaz don't know, what them niggaz don't see

[Big Pokey]

In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack

Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack

Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck

On track split wigs, like a axe in the hat

You know how I act in a Lac, I'm a hog

T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall

Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut

K bullets hit niggaz, and they edge up's

Pay attention, focus nigga

Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga

4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga

Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga

A bitch'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter

You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her

I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame

They think it's hard, but it's simple mayn

[Hook x2]

[D-1]

In this rap game, I run through the hard and the whack

And my verses go together, like cigars in a sack

Leaving out the club hit the crack, alarm on the Lac

18's beating, some think I got a bomb in the back

Because I'm M.O.B

Aggravated assualt, and bodily injury

To any nigga, that try to offend me

Po-Yo, C. Ward and Grim Reap'

Bitch, don't forget Dre Day

I'm on the grind, everyday is pay day

Y'all bitch niggaz, better make way

Cause I'm some'ing like A.I., with a A.K

And to the S.U.C

H.A.W.K., and Mike D

Big Moe, Z-Ro and Keke

If it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be who I be

[Hook x2]

[Chris Ward]

In this rap game, I got the best scared to feature me

Cause they know that I eat up the track, just like a creature see

I spit ether, lethally

Evenly I violate, every law illegaly

I'm one of the ones, that be running the South

But I got so many connects, I even be running through the North

You think I'm lying, just ask the Boss he'll tell ya

(C. Ward is a quiet hustler, but he'll sell ya)

Whatever you wanna buy, or whatever you wanna try

And if you got plex (fuck you), it's whatever you wanna die

And when the laws is on the creep, and I'm feeling the heat

A nigga dress fresh, like I'm at Dyatona's Beach

White lenin slacks, shirt and shoes is peach

We are the definition, of Newvo Reach

That's newly rich, we new leaders shit

C. Ward, Sensei and D-1 you bitch

[Hook x2]

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