Текст (слова) песни: Fatal Hussein - M.O.B.

Verse one
I`m livin` in hell, where all these niggaz
got stories to tell, I be blasin`t on these bitch niggaz
servin` well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
body tated, hair matted, sellin` Key`s if you fuck wit these
law breakin` niggaz scream, fuck the police
we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
what the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
findin` niggaz dead, bring`em home and I can`t wait
if niggaz is real, then they ain`t scared to split `em
all that job-ownin` shit, fuck you,I ain`t wit`em
Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin` eye
now let`s get busy nigga

Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain`t scared to die
live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

Verse two [Fatal]
Keep it comin`, these niggaz get done in
on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
puttin` in work, then past it off, to my little man
like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
endin` ya whole stat, I`m the master of this fuckin`(fuck yall)shit
so I`m a be buckin` shit, ya don`t know who you fuckin` wit
yall spaced out duckin` quick, the number one parolly
slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin`
up shorty rocks, gettin` money wit the forty cop

Chorus (2x)

Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
scared to bust, and I be lookin` through ya ass like you
Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch
swingin` tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
blastin` fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
but it don`t mean shit, til you witness to yourself
how live it get, and I never let no rhymin` ass bitch
share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
you get the fuckin` picture, I swear by everythin` spit in my rhymes
it`s only hollow points I spit out my nine
drillin` niggaz on the block, when I`m passin` through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
and if I ever get caught sleepin`, which I ever doubt would happen
I`d be the last nigga rappin`, I`ll keep my fuckin` guns clappin`

Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
smellin` they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow
the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin` silly
blowin`em and showin`em, cuz my dogs don`t know`em
I don`t give a fuck, how small big and tall
come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
and the toughest on ya squad, can`t ride wit bizniss
I don`t know what these niggaz, be thinkin` when they see me
niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stick`em like cornerbacks
yall niggaz is jumpin` jackz, and bluffin` on wax
thinkin` you can clown me, me and my little town we
we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can`t drown me
I`ll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck

Chorus (2x)

Muthafuckin` M.O.B you ain`t seen shit yet, what

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» Fatal Hussein - Whats Ya Life Worth?
» Fatal Hussein - The World is Changing
» Fatal Hussein - I Know the Rule
» Fatal Hussein - M.O.B.
» Fatal Hussein - Intro *
» Fatal Hussein - Friday
» Fatal Hussein - Times Wastin`


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Fatal Hussein - M.O.B. Verse one I`m livin` in hell, where all these niggaz got stories to tell, I be blasin`t on these bitch niggaz servin` well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth body tated, hair matted, sellin` Key`s if you fuck wit these law breakin` niggaz scream, fuck the police we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit what the fuck you figure? Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates findin` niggaz dead, bring`em home and I can`t wait if niggaz is real, then they ain`t scared to split `em all that job-ownin` shit, fuck you,I ain`t wit`em Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin` eye now let`s get busy nigga Chorus Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight? how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight? we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain`t scared to die live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x) Verse two [Fatal] Keep it comin`, these niggaz get done in on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga puttin` in work, then past it off, to my little man like he blast it off, beyond that, ? criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap endin` ya whole stat, I`m the master of this fuckin`(fuck yall)shit so I`m a be buckin` shit, ya don`t know who you fuckin` wit yall spaced out duckin` quick, the number one parolly slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin` up shorty rocks, gettin` money wit the forty cop Chorus (2x) Verse three Some niggaz, kinda of coke scared to bust, and I be lookin` through ya ass like you Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch swingin` tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she blastin` fast, alot of niggaz know my rep, but it don`t mean shit, til you witness to yourself how live it get, and I never let no rhymin` ass bitch share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility you get the fuckin` picture, I swear by everythin` spit in my rhymes it`s only hollow points I spit out my nine drillin` niggaz on the block, when I`m passin` through I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you and if I ever get caught sleepin`, which I ever doubt would happen I`d be the last nigga rappin`, I`ll keep my fuckin` guns clappin` Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know smellin` they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin` silly blowin`em and showin`em, cuz my dogs don`t know`em I don`t give a fuck, how small big and tall come get me, and I talk on how square yall are attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid and the toughest on ya squad, can`t ride wit bizniss I don`t know what these niggaz, be thinkin` when they see me niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie I stack whack rappers, and stick`em like cornerbacks yall niggaz is jumpin` jackz, and bluffin` on wax thinkin` you can clown me, me and my little town we we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can`t drown me I`ll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck Chorus (2x) Muthafuckin` M.O.B you ain`t seen shit yet, what Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни M.O.B.: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/8938.html Все тексты песен: Fatal Hussein » Fatal Hussein - Whats Ya Life Worth? » Fatal Hussein - The World is Changing » Fatal Hussein - I Know the Rule » Fatal Hussein - M.O.B. » Fatal Hussein - Intro * » Fatal Hussein - Friday » Fatal Hussein - Times Wastin` Рекомендуем скачать: » Гости из Будущего - Так отважно » Геннадий Жуков - Речитатив о ночном выпасе » Гости из Будущего - Я думала » Гости из Будущего - Даже если она не вернется » Григорий Дикштейн - Грузинская апрельская песня » Горячие головы - Типа я без тебя » Геннадий Васильев - Раздумья туриста » Гости из Будущего - Я с тобой » Гражданская Оборона - Без меня » Гарин Юрий - Ханума » Гиви Чрелашвили - Январь » Григорий Дикштейн - Письмо руководителям развитых стран, написанное в минуту отчаянья и волнений о судьбах моих единовер » Гындул Мыцей - Это любовь » Гарник Кирилл (Фабрика звезд-5) - Sex bomb (Секс бомб, sexbomb) » Гулько Михаил - Ванинский порт (Колыма) » Гиви Чрелашвили - Маршал » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Кто ищет смысл » Грин Грей (Green Grey) - MF (M***r) » Григорий Дикштейн - Перезвон из темноты... » Глеб Агафонов - Посвящение друзьям
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