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Tytuł: Mob Niggas Don't Die

  • Wykonawca: Twista
  • Wy¶wietleń: 263
[Twista]
  Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as long
  As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever high
  Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down til they get you
  Multiple slugz found in your tissue
  Whatever it is you should've honored it
  when them niggaz told you not to come around here
  And you was found here
  Your death is now near
  I'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
  And dump em' in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and search
  While your mamma cryin' in church
  I'll be spyin for work
  I'ma go right on
  Cause when your life's gone
  Nigga there is no replacement
  And you got your work hid in the basement
  I got it, gothic
  Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronic
  Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body
  don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
  cause mob niggaz don't die
  
  [Liffy Stokes]
  Mob niggaz ain't go' never die
  We in the lot, callin shots, keeping
  Dope fiends forever high
  Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye
  Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I
  Man I put your block on four
  Hit k town and come back wit a bus load
  Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirty
  Minutes beef it gets muddy
  But I'ma swim through the murky water
  Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather
  Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes
  Live a life many kill and fight for
  And campaign in this rap game, cause ain't nothing out
  here in these motherfucking
  Streets man, and that's comin from a nigga you know who chose
  To be legit and still rip foes
  
  [Chorus 1 x2]
  Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot
  get shot, see the dot
  Same day back on the block, set up shop
  hat throw thuggin, throwin up
  Fo's and forks, strapped up
  screamin out I ain't gon' never die
  
  [Chorus 2 x2]
  we can be shot at, battered and bruised
  bloody and left out in the cold
  But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
  I'm still gonna murder you
  Cause mob niggaz don't die
  
  [Turtle Banxx]
  We release no doubt
  Just close are eyes and open fire
  Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly
  You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two
  Magazines and a throw away knife
  My position is thorough composition
  Competition is minimum blocks
  We bendin them shots
  We're sendin them at the rhythm
  Hit them put venom in them
  Bloody up him in his jeans
  And watch the white shirt study the scene
  Gang bangin aint go' Never cease
  As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
  Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed
  Who want it niggaz off the deed
  The K Town we spray round
  So stay down, this aint no play ground around here
  You could get found around here
  Shot up, battered and bruised
  Headline of the news
  The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool
  
  [Chorus 1 x2]
  [Chorus 2 x2]
  
  [Liffy Stokes]
  Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G
  you gots, to flip them keys
  And avoid, them federalies
  Cause they, be on that ass
  Ready to blast fast
  Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off
  charges like Payton
  Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz
  No the business
  No case without a witness, its senseless to resist this
  Hostile take over
  To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
  Then put my shit back in my holsta
  Blood crumbled on the posters
  I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta
  
  [Twista]
  Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it
  I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it
  Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coat
  Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro
  Back on the block servin
  After the murder packin
  For work cuz we're lucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervous
  Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy
  they lay, got it locked wit ten rolls
  If they spray, fuck it
  I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my body
  Bustin out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
  Screamin, die punk motherfuckers
  Reminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches
  Smokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches
  Ballin no flows go, hataz Askin' how the mob's so strong
  I belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after pop
  Label me the verbal aftershock
  I'ma never die!