MOB FIGAZ

MOB FIGAZ - Soldiers Paradise lyrics

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(feat. Billy Bathgate, Crooked Eve)

A soldiers paradise

You can't fuck with that

[The Jacka]

Smoking robalaids for hop

Now I'm hooked, I can't stop

Twist a chop, hop in a 500 drop

With the big homie Bo loc drive slow

I got the four benz I'll be the twins on me

Peeling 80 off the Alize

Time to put in work

Knocking now watching where I'm aiming out the candy gray Mercedes

Dam near going crazy in these savage last days

Busting the suckas on sight' a soldiers paradise, a soldiers paradise

[Hustlah]

Now it's the Hustlah nigga I like to light ya'll

But still I dwell a soldier's paradise

Hustlah kill cops

We ain't care about they whereabouts

We operate dee

Poppin' and keepin' the 5 on dubs

Smash into the club

Vests on our chests cuz there ain't no love from the other side

They hate on ya'll niggas cuz they get the scrilla

Make it multiply

Fuck them broke niggas

Mob Figaz increasin them homicides

Packing them choppers like [?] baby mama's cry

A soldier's paradise

[Bathgate]

A muthafuckin' soldier

25 trying to have mail

Swimming through the hood

Like a big whale, big daddy

Like a mobster eating lobster at the penthouse

Trying to have a million or two, no doubt

Bathgate got the clout nigga forever in or out

We blow yo brains out

CD's, slang from the bay to the south

Ate off waited like a gangster at his house

[The Jacka]

A soldier's paradise sip in this game and pay the price

It's my life or your life and nigga I'm the shit

So I take yours quick

Won't even think to load the clip

And that's the way it is the way we live our life

A soldier's paradise

Selling yay to survive

Fresh and kayta by my side

Mob figas steady mobbin'

When it's time to ride

When it's time to ride

[Fed-X]

Heard it was major league, duck tape keys and mob thugs

Crooked detectives, made men, and a paid judge

Them Mob Figaz

Major pain is steady mobbin'

Going chaotic

Exotic hoes and exotic pros

You stacking seven figures, gold bars

And stop rhymes

We on our own bank

Swiss accounts worth real estate

The life of luxury and bitches feeling me, bitches feeling me

[Ridah]

It's only one ways in nigga, no ways out

I'm sworn in

It won't leave till I'm popped up and carried out

Smoked the snitches

Trust none of the bitches

Dig all the ditches for those that didn't listen

Ugh stay G off hennessey and weed

Bathgate hit the D.A.

So we ain't sweated by the P.D.'s

Mob Figaz not your ordinary niggas

Squeeze the automatic triggas

Made millionaire figaz

[AP.9]

A soldier's paradise that' always bearing a life long gone

And I was lookin' at my niggas telling me to hold on

I'm almost gone

I cried a few

Won't raise my tone

I'll blaze the chrome

Bust back at a nigga with the gauge it's on

His face is gone

We got ahead the chase is on

In a paradox this ain't paradise

I swear this life's been fucked up from the start

Half heart, half money nigga I paid my part

Now where's paradise

[Chorus: Crooked Eve] till fade

Soldier, soldier living in a soldier's paradise

Better watch your back

They out to get your scratch

In this game it's do or die

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