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Versuri 2Pac - World Wide Mob Figgaz

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Uhh.. world wide mob figgaz..

World wide mob figgaz.. we world wide mob figgaz

World wide mob figgaz.. (check game you little young punk)

We world wide mob figgaz.. (all you niggaz is jealous cats)



[Verse One: E.D.I. Amin]

What, what? Uhh, put them hands up

Rich niggaz throw the grands up, and what?

I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine nine

It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine nines

(??) that's all I see when I open up

Baby girl, fuckin you now before I blow up

You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty

but really like it raw in the closet

Like the rider type of whore, by the shore, I could (?) trick on her

But I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her

O.U.T., L.A.W.Z.

You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee

Tuckin T's up in the house when I jump on

I'm tryin to handle my business full grown

This shit is on, it's gettin crazy after dark

Where the real thug niggaz here you are

We world wide mob figgaz



[Chorus - Young Noble: repeat 2X]

We got homies on the front line livin it up

We got ladies in the back straight givin it up

It ain't nothin but a thug thang

World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang



World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..

World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..



[Verse Two: Napoleon]

Nigga duck down bust first, make 'em feel somethin

Shouldn't shot your gun if you ain't kill nuttin

Now you gotta face the death man got flow heavily armed

Outlawz did that, heavily gone

Took a ride with the left of us, best of us

Plus we wake up with our tec on us

We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street

Obey the rules of the ones who want yo' beef I'll eat

Y'all niggaz weak, in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful

I'll leave you motherfuckers critical

We heard the slick shit you said on fuckin Too tape

But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave

That's what you brave niggaz get for fuckin with this

You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed

Just switched to fake

Napolean be the motherfuckin last nigga with the gat to break

The last to fade, earthquake aftershock, is what you got

Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop

This how it go in our family

Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually

We world wide mob figgaz



[Chorus]



[2Pac over Chorus]

World wide motherfuckin mob figgaz

Weed smokin, gun-totin, drinkin

Ridin on our motherfuckin enemies

Y'all know how we do it



[Verse Three: Young Noble]

I be the Young N-O, to the B-L-E

Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z

M-A-R was the for starters, flee the whole cartridge

Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage

(??), hittin donuts in a 6

Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit

Urban legend, dirty third still reppin

Still double-S to bumrush your session

I get it dirty and burn ya just a nigga in a skirt

Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt

Sprint to the church that you got comin

Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin

Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains

Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game

Under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off

Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz



[Chorus]



World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..

World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..



[Verse Four: 2Pac]

Hey watch out man, look out

Known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me

Hypnotic to drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me

I swoop down and cause havoc

My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it

I've been labelled as a thug nigga

Since they don't sell my shit to white folks

ship it to the drug dealers

And catch a catch a nigga world wide

A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride

When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger

But we ain't sell our souls

Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes

At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action

Now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga



[Chorus]



[2Pac ad libbing]

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