FOutlawz



[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 on sight

God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life

Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby

Came 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

Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits

I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops

As for you 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 runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's

Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew

A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through

You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert

Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches



[Chorus] w ad libs



[Fatal]

I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til 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

Actin all new to me I 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 cooter, ten plates to soup ya

1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers

When I'm drinkin Cristal, start thinkin 'bout Al

Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile

Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you

I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew

This type of shit I do for a petty hobby

Fuck the world it's Fatal dog against everybody-aca