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letra de mob money - street military

[intro]
you done f-cked up mane
you done f-cked up and k!lled the head boss mane
they’re coming to look for you mane with machine guns 1,000 deep mane
i’m just trying to tell you mane, so you can get your sh-t together
they’re coming to k!ll you

[verse 1]
boss dog got to live with the first slug that hit you
now they hug your b-tches ’cause you was that n-gga
i lay the line, you cross it, my n-gga 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 n-ggas on lock and not around and must
we hold our grounds and bust who out of bounds
hey let it ride so n-ggas that cross they better hide
quick to run in your house and k!ll you f-cking your wife
you know my score, ski mask boots and camouflage
n-ggas that had it hard but now we could never starve
we ghetto grads trying to get sh-t 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 c-cked
n-ggas can’t make knots if we on the next block
just k!lla cl!ck in the jungle doing guerrilla sh-t
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 n-gga don’t snitch

[chorus]
cause this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n-gga 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 k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ 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

[verse 2]
these drug dollars make n-ggas, b-tches and blood follow
you know a n-gga 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
n-ggas just want it all, too selfish and d-mn greedy
ain’t enough meat in these streets for all my dogs to eat
why is it like that? that’s why we k!ll n-gga
better creep-eat-sh-t-sleep with cha’ steel n-gga
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 motherf-ckers know

[chorus]
that n-gga this is mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n-gga 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 k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ 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

[verse 3]
stay on top of your game and never let ’em see you broke
it’ll drive you insane if your mind can’t cope
n-gga 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 k!llers 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 n-ggas that had a revolver in my jacket [?]

[chorus]
now i’m making’ mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n-gga 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 k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ 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
making’ mob money i got k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ feds and them laws want me
cause this is mob money n-gga 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 k!llers waiting for jobs from me
them f-ckin’ 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

[outro]
money over busters and b-tches
for my n-ggas that had to struggle to get it
keep your hustle consistent now, come on
money over busters and b-tches
for my n-ggas that had to struggle to get it
keep your hustle consistent now, come on

- street military

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