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	Twista Legit Ballin' - Vol.2 - Mob Niggas Don't Die

Mob Niggas Don't Die
[Twista] Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as long As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever high Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down til they get you Multiple slugz found in your tissue Whatever it is you should've honored it when them niggaz told you not to come around here And you was found here Your death is now near I'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign And dump em' in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and search While your mamma cryin' in church I'll be spyin for work I'ma go right on Cause when your life's gone Nigga there is no replacement And you got your work hid in the basement I got it, gothic Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronic Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry cause mob niggaz don't die [Liffy Stokes] Mob niggaz ain't go' never die We in the lot, callin shots, keeping Dope fiends forever high Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I Man I put your block on four Hit k town and come back wit a bus load Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirty Minutes beef it gets muddy But I'ma swim through the murky water Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes Live a life many kill and fight for And campaign in this rap game, cause ain't nothing out here in these motherfucking Streets man, and that's comin from a nigga you know who chose To be legit and still rip foes [Chorus 1 x2] Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot get shot, see the dot Same day back on the block, set up shop hat throw thuggin, throwin up Fo's and forks, strapped up screamin out I ain't gon' never die [Chorus 2 x2] we can be shot at, battered and bruised bloody and left out in the cold But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old I'm still gonna murder you Cause mob niggaz don't die [Turtle Banxx] We release no doubt Just close are eyes and open fire Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two Magazines and a throw away knife My position is thorough composition Competition is minimum blocks We bendin them shots We're sendin them at the rhythm Hit them put venom in them Bloody up him in his jeans And watch the white shirt study the scene Gang bangin aint go' Never cease As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed Who want it niggaz off the deed The K Town we spray round So stay down, this aint no play ground around here You could get found around here Shot up, battered and bruised Headline of the news The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool [Chorus 1 x2] [Chorus 2 x2] [Liffy Stokes] Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G you gots, to flip them keys And avoid, them federalies Cause they, be on that ass Ready to blast fast Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off charges like Payton Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz No the business No case without a witness, its senseless to resist this Hostile take over To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster Then put my shit back in my holsta Blood crumbled on the posters I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta [Twista] Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coat Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro Back on the block servin After the murder packin For work cuz we're lucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervous Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy they lay, got it locked wit ten rolls If they spray, fuck it I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my body Bustin out on the public, bringin' the ruckus Screamin, die punk motherfuckers Reminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches Smokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches Ballin no flows go, hataz Askin' how the mob's so strong I belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after pop Label me the verbal aftershock I'ma never die!

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