"MOB MUSIC, PT. 2" lyrics
Ayy
Woke up feeling free reborn
Hell hath no fury like a real one scorned
Consider this here a free warning
You pussies threatened by the buzz, killer bees swarming
Already told you I ain't playin' wit' you, bitch
This ain't never been a game to me, bitch (And it still ain't, bitch)
I ain't even hearin' what you sayin' to me, bitch
'Cause I'm deaf to the lame shit, bitch (And I still can't, bitch)
Why he always hungry? He always mad
Why he always mixin' rock 'n' roll with some rap
Why you always playin' me? I gotta ask
Are you really ready for Goliath and the wrath?
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
But this ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Ayy, woke up quick at about noon
Just thinkin' 'bout how I'ma need security soon
Because them watchful eyes keepin' tabs on what I do
They both green with envy and look a lot like you
The one that never made it
The one that's always fakin'
See, I am nothin' like you (Not a goddamn thing)
You must have me mistaken
I don't think there will be anymore
Like this so when we are through just be
Quiet and start facing the truth
You could never do the shit we do, bitch
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
But this ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Huh, yeah, yo
If I ever tell a lie, God, strike me deader
Are you ready for the high and the hella heavy?
Inviting a little fighting, yeah
You might die, but the vibe gon' live forever
(Alright, feeling that West Coast)
(Feeling that West Coast gangsta rap, I meant rock)
(Tell 'em, man)
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
But this ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Woke up feeling free reborn
Hell hath no fury like a real one scorned
Consider this here a free warning
You pussies threatened by the buzz, killer bees swarming
Already told you I ain't playin' wit' you, bitch
This ain't never been a game to me, bitch (And it still ain't, bitch)
I ain't even hearin' what you sayin' to me, bitch
'Cause I'm deaf to the lame shit, bitch (And I still can't, bitch)
Why he always hungry? He always mad
Why he always mixin' rock 'n' roll with some rap
Why you always playin' me? I gotta ask
Are you really ready for Goliath and the wrath?
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
But this ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Ayy, woke up quick at about noon
Just thinkin' 'bout how I'ma need security soon
Because them watchful eyes keepin' tabs on what I do
They both green with envy and look a lot like you
The one that never made it
The one that's always fakin'
See, I am nothin' like you (Not a goddamn thing)
You must have me mistaken
I don't think there will be anymore
Like this so when we are through just be
Quiet and start facing the truth
You could never do the shit we do, bitch
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
But this ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Huh, yeah, yo
If I ever tell a lie, God, strike me deader
Are you ready for the high and the hella heavy?
Inviting a little fighting, yeah
You might die, but the vibe gon' live forever
(Alright, feeling that West Coast)
(Feeling that West Coast gangsta rap, I meant rock)
(Tell 'em, man)
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
But this ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk yo' shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
