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Mob Money Lyrics & Chords By Street Military

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You done fucked up mayne. You done fucked up and killed the head boss mayne
They’re coming to look for you mayne with machine guns 1,000 deep mayne
I’m just trying to tell you mayne, so you can get your shit together
They’re coming to kill you.


Boss Dog got to live with the first slug that hit you
Now they hug your bitches 'cause you was that nigga
I lay the line, you cross it, my nigga 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 niggas on lock and not around and must
We hold our grounds and bust who out of bounds
Hey let it ride so niggas that cross they better hide
Quick to run in your house and kill you fucking your wife
You know my score, ski mask boots and camouflage
Niggas that had it hard but now we could never starve
We ghetto grads trying to get shit 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 cocked
Niggas can't make knots if we on the next block
Just Killa Click in the jungle doing guerrilla shit
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 nigga don't snitch
Cause this is mob money i got killers waiting for jobs from me
Them fuckin' feds and them laws want me
Cause this is mob money nigga 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 killers waiting for jobs from me
Them fuckin' 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

These drug dollars make niggas, bitches and blood follow
You know a nigga 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
Niggas just want it all too selfish and damn greedy
Ain't enough meat in these streets for all my dogs to eat
Why is it like that? That's why we kill nigga
Better creep-eat-shit-sleep with cha’ steel nigga
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 motherfuckers know
That nigga this is mob money i got killers waiting for jobs from me
Them fuckin' feds and them laws want me
Cause this is mob money nigga 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 killers waiting for jobs from me
Them fuckin' 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

Stay on top of your game and never let 'em see you broke
It'll drive you insane if your mind can't cope
Nigga 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 killers 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 niggas that had a revolver in my jacket ?????
Now I'm making' mob money

Money over busters and bitches
For my niggas that had to struggle to get it
Keep your hustle consistent now, come on

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