alot of girls now which one was yours? Slips my mind I sips my wine Throw the shades on and I grips my nine The F-A-B-O- On that Neo [Chorus: Fabolous
' on 1-2 fifth, you could run through Tiff's Who else, you'd rather be in a V 1-2 if Other than young F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S I'm a hot kid, hot vid and I don
wanted to be Rakim Now I?m livin? his dream, cause somebody shot him And left me like Eric B. without Rakim Still payed them for like B.B.S stock Rims
go back to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B
Jay, I call her B, We gettin married, to the streets. I'm chasin money, she chasin me. I'm right where I wanna be, With da B on my bentley, Da horse on
44 Hits Ya Brains Send A Lil Homie Get Ya Chain M.O.B. Yeah Fuck The Clique Ya Claim From N.Y.C. To C.P.T. This L.B.C. [The Game:] L.A Dodgers Cap,
Wears A Red Bandana) [Verse 1:] Chea Chea Dear God Let Me Clense My Soul Throw Away All The Rims And The Gold O No I Cant Do That Do I Love God? True
'Vette And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle As far as the charts, young S be's the Beatles Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind The
but me Nina B [Chorus: JT] We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what We 'bout to blow this bitch Niggaz work
gave me a star if you don't beleive me; hollywood boulevard you can go there if you ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y good in any hood, no vest
Bloods and a hundred Crips Whenever I'm in New York (New York) Everybody wanna know why he got beef 'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G. Got
t gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump
shots fly and pour out the hard liquor They say the 40 ounce make the grass grow And when we hit the corner we spittin like Jazz-O [Juice:] Jazz-O? that
trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a needle in my eye If I don't live and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys
: (feat. Outlawz) [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
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear Fill 'em up with pistol smoke Never forget to blow a
smokin, gun-totin, drinkin Ridin on our motherfuckin enemies Y'all know how we do it [Verse Three] I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L
