2Pac – M.O.B. (Original Version) feat. Outlaw Immortalz


Date: October 28, 1995
Producer: Kurt “Kobane” Couthon
Studio: Can-Am Studios (Studio A), Tarzana, California


Lyrics:

(Tupac talking)

Shut the fuck up and pay attention

(Chorus x2: Tupac)

M.O.B, nigga cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

(Verse One: Tupac)

Now I’ve been known, to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life “La Vida Loca” homie living that Thug Life
Been raised in violence, homicide is my lullaby
Hang 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
Pictures of niggas in penitentiary suits
I send ’em letters and money orders and make ’em my troops
As for these females, I got no time
I gotta get mine, you cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While running with John Gotti’s and Scarface’s
Niggas knew, I’d be the Don of my own crew
A million niggas with automatics who sworn through
You wonder who shot me here’s a clue, stay alert
Cause we comin’ for you, and keep it money over bitches

(Chorus x2: Tupac)

M.O.B, nigga cause we mob on you tricks (Money, money, money)
And you know we keep it money over bitches (Money over niggas)

(Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)

I blow you up on the spot, these Glocks hot till 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
Acting all new to me, I’ll 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 coupter, ten plates to soup ya
1 2’s we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I’m drinking with Sal, I start thinking ’bout Al
Bacardi covering my body at the rink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, this butter shotties for you
I got more bodies then Drew, I drink my Notty on New, fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it’s Fatal dog against everybody

(Chorus x2)

(Verse Three: Mopreme)

My shit’s phenomenal, dropping like domino
Coming with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggas nationwide doing 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 I’m stacking G’s
My niggas cross-town got ki’s
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
(Nigga)

(Chorus x2)

(Verse Four: Big Syke)

I’m hitting sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues I’ll miss you on my road to riches
I’m contrived to strive never lagging
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flagging
As I get ’em up and leave ’em stuck
Pager blowing up but I don’t give a fuck
I’m fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks , bailing
Loc’ers and smokers engaged twenty-four-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
Losing my mind why you sweating 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 x2)

(Verse Five: Kadafi)

Now from the time a nigga close his eyes I’m hoping
I won’t be awoken, paying my own that’s tokin choking off-a Glocks smoking
Money and power watch these bitches cause they scandalous
Getting niggas fucked and stuck from Timbuk’ to Los Angeles
Ain’t a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine’ guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibres start rubbing ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups
Running in flocks, deuce-deuce in my socks keeping a watch out for cops
Getting kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosing my money over all my bitches

(Chorus x2)

(Tupac talking)

That’s right nigga
Money over motherfucking bitches
M.O.B. on ’em nigga
Keep your motherfucking mind on your money, fuck these hoes
You don’t need no motherfucking bitches
You need some motherfucking 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
Biatch

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