"M.O.B. Freestyle" lyrics
(feat. M.O.B., Nas)
[Nas:]
Ay yo what's up, Game
This' the biggest boss in New York, Nas
What up, my nigga. I love what you're doing out there, man
New York got you. Queensbridge got you
Do the damn thing
We'll probably do some shit that'll scare the shit outta y'all
Nas, y'all
[M.O.B.:]
Money Over Bitches, yeah
Watch it, when I hop out, 38 and a knockout
The studio on lockout like the day they let 'Pac out
Back to drop out, store the blockout
Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out
Grind 'til I clock out, tick-tock out
Shake shaking them haters off, running a hot route
Get my Mike Williams on, homey do not doubt
#1 in Southern Cal', know what I'm talking 'bout?
Suckers up top on, shut 'em out of the pros
But running the fo'-fo' open them doors
Run and gun how I 'em them shows
When they see he can ball, let the cold flow open them hoes
I'm here, so go against my arrival is suicidal
Homicidal dynamic certifiedal my mob-or-die crew
You niggas been lied to, we the best that did it
Since Big was with it and don't forget it (M.O.B.)
It's the real Money Over Bitches. The new edition
This is a DJ Skee exclusive
The real Money Over Bitches. And we're the new edition
Hip-Hop
Yeah, yeah, it's the mob nigga, ha-ha
Ay Tec I get these G-Unit niggas tripping
Talking shit 'bout niggas like they can't come up missing
Ay look I'm here so you don't get the story twisted
When I catch him slipping I'ma gun him down homey pay attention
You niggas fin' to pay a visit, with readmission
What you know about cemeteries and morticians?
Know that, can't run or escape like lo-jacks
With bullets that I aim cock spit and throw back
I'm Mr. Lemonhead on your block in a gold 'llac
Escaped from Death Row so stop asking where Suge at
You niggas need your minerals, vitamins, three chemicals
Lyrically invincible. Spitting repeated principles
I'm killing you, I ain't feeling you meaning a war
'Cause when we mob through the door, everybody on the floor
It's the mob
Ay yo what's up, Game
This' the biggest boss in New York, Nas
What up, my nigga. I love what you're doing out there, man
New York got you. Queensbridge got you
Do the damn thing
We'll probably do some shit that'll scare the shit outta y'all
Nas, y'all
[M.O.B.:]
Money Over Bitches, yeah
Watch it, when I hop out, 38 and a knockout
The studio on lockout like the day they let 'Pac out
Back to drop out, store the blockout
Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out
Grind 'til I clock out, tick-tock out
Shake shaking them haters off, running a hot route
Get my Mike Williams on, homey do not doubt
#1 in Southern Cal', know what I'm talking 'bout?
Suckers up top on, shut 'em out of the pros
But running the fo'-fo' open them doors
Run and gun how I 'em them shows
When they see he can ball, let the cold flow open them hoes
I'm here, so go against my arrival is suicidal
Homicidal dynamic certifiedal my mob-or-die crew
You niggas been lied to, we the best that did it
Since Big was with it and don't forget it (M.O.B.)
It's the real Money Over Bitches. The new edition
This is a DJ Skee exclusive
The real Money Over Bitches. And we're the new edition
Hip-Hop
Yeah, yeah, it's the mob nigga, ha-ha
Ay Tec I get these G-Unit niggas tripping
Talking shit 'bout niggas like they can't come up missing
Ay look I'm here so you don't get the story twisted
When I catch him slipping I'ma gun him down homey pay attention
You niggas fin' to pay a visit, with readmission
What you know about cemeteries and morticians?
Know that, can't run or escape like lo-jacks
With bullets that I aim cock spit and throw back
I'm Mr. Lemonhead on your block in a gold 'llac
Escaped from Death Row so stop asking where Suge at
You niggas need your minerals, vitamins, three chemicals
Lyrically invincible. Spitting repeated principles
I'm killing you, I ain't feeling you meaning a war
'Cause when we mob through the door, everybody on the floor
It's the mob
