M.o.b. Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

(Chorus 2X: 2Pac) 

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks 

and you know we keep it money over bitches 

(2Pac) 

Thugs known to bust on sight 

God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life 

Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby 

Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die 

Boss players you wonder why 

I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride 

Bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits 

I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops 

As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine 

You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime 

My time as a shorty was full of car chases 

While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's 

Niggas knew, I'd be the Don of my own crew 

A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through 

You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert 

Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches 

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(Chorus 2X: 2Pac) 

Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks 

and you know we keep it money over bitches 

(Keep it money over bitches) 

Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks 

M.O.B. 

and you know we keep it money over bitches 

(Fatal) 

I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop 

All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots 

I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me 

Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty 

You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage 

From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence 

Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya 

1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers 

When I'm drinkin Crystal, start thinkin 'bout Al 

Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile 

Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you 

I got more bodies than Drew, I drink (Minoti Anu?), fuck your crew 

This type of shit I do for a petty hobby 

Fuck the whole world it's Fatal dog against everybody 

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(Chorus 2X: 2Pac) 

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks 

and you know we keep it money over bitches 

(Mopreme) 

My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino 

Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo 

This is not for all the freaks in short skirts 

This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt 

Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja 

Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom 

Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's 

My niggas crosstown got keys 

Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches 

(Nigga!) 

(Chorus 2X: 2Pac) 

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks 

and you know we keep it money over bitches 

(Big Syke) 

I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches 

The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches 

I'm contrived to strive never laggin 

Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin 

As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck 

Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck 

I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin 

Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven 

So what can you do for me and what can I do for you 

But stay true, and do the things that we do 

Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring 

Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings 

Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time 

I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind 

Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches 

I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches 

(Chorus 2X: 2Pac) 

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks 

and you know we keep it money over bitches 

(Kadafi) 

That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken 

Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin 

Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless 

Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles 

Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler 

Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya 

Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks 

Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops 

Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches 

While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches 

(Chorus 4X: 2Pac) 

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks 

and you know we keep it money over bitches 

(2Pac) 

That's right nigga 

Money over motherfuckin bitches 

MOB. on 'em nigga 

Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes 

(Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches 

You need some motherfuckin money 

Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight 

Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools 

We up out of this bitch here 

We gone 

(E.D.I.) 

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