Mob On by Paris

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How many nigga's wanna Gangsta Boo its the killa up on ur style. Who can fuck with doggy dog when i gun a Hundred milles? Got em tripping off Guerrilla shit so many ways. So many nigga's playing in so many M.f games. Like who can be the tightest with there raps,and who can slang the most,and be the quickest with there straps. Believe me want it to u be the reason ima serve,and bustin while im cussin wash these nigga's 2 da curve,observe. The wicked life styles of the street's were nigga's die,and bitches get beat fuckin wit gs over gs. I seen life lost we pay the cost sleep,and learn may turn ur eyelights off so were ya balls nigga?And seperate the Dogs from the fake. Which one of yall want the copywrite fucking with my tape. Serve em like bitches,and the i mash through. Foney ass nigga's,and i blast if i have to.

Mob on!!!!!

3rd Verse Paris

Steady bangin Frisco slanggin hanggin sideways gettin pay off street swanggin. Bringing sence to this gang tell me who do u see? Thats kicking truth up in this bitch besides me nigga? God bless the child with his own. Nigga kicking game nigga tell me what u know. Hold it steady while i break that bitch down to the roof. Pimp slap the 1st busta in a T Bird riding through. I see the bitch,and that nigga wanna woop em with a switch,cause he flinched. Should of dumped on his ass last time that we met,cause some of these nigga's aint worth parlaying with. And thats real as it get,and everybody in my crew still true to that soulja shit. So u can take it how u want. I be the 1st nigga bombin on that bitch M/F at the Point.
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Thanks to (L Deandre) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 28, 2008
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Mob On Lyrics

How many nigga's wanna Gangsta Boo its the killa up on ur style. Who can fuck with doggy dog when i gun a Hundred milles? Got em tripping off Guerrilla shit so many ways. So many nigga's playing in so many M.f games. Like who can be the tightest with there raps,and who can slang the most,and be the quickest with there straps. Believe me want it to u be the reason ima serve,and bustin while im cussin wash these nigga's 2 da curve,observe. The wicked life styles of the street's were nigga's die,and bitches get beat fuckin wit gs over gs. I seen life lost we pay the cost sleep,and learn may turn ur eyelights off so were ya balls nigga?And seperate the Dogs from the fake. Which one of yall want the copywrite fucking with my tape. Serve em like bitches,and the i mash through. Foney ass nigga's,and i blast if i have to.

Mob on!!!!!

3rd Verse Paris

Steady bangin Frisco slanggin hanggin sideways gettin pay off street swanggin. Bringing sence to this gang tell me who do u see? Thats kicking truth up in this bitch besides me nigga? God bless the child with his own. Nigga kicking game nigga tell me what u know. Hold it steady while i break that bitch down to the roof. Pimp slap the 1st busta in a T Bird riding through. I see the bitch,and that nigga wanna woop em with a switch,cause he flinched. Should of dumped on his ass last time that we met,cause some of these nigga's aint worth parlaying with. And thats real as it get,and everybody in my crew still true to that soulja shit. So u can take it how u want. I be the 1st nigga bombin on that bitch M/F at the Point.
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Thanks to (L Deandre) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 28, 2008
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