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M O B I N A · 28/5/23

I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake)
Please God, walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven)

Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed
Inside my mind, couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me, can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be the first to blast
Remember Kato, no longer with us, he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there a heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

Ah, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And لعنتی the world 'cause I'm cursed, I'm havin' visions
Of leavin" here in a hearse, God ,can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain
Show me some happiness again, I'm goin' blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial, and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed so many tears

Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step to bring me closer
To embrace an early death, now there's nothin' left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standin', bout to go to pieces, screamin', "peace"
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin' to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame
Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin' a picture of my enemies killin' me in my sleep
Will I survive til the mornin' to see the sun?
Please Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause here I come

Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers, and

Lord knows I tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin' babies
So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
Don't trust my lady, 'cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys, can't take no more
I'm fallin' to the floor, beggin' for the Lord to let me in
To Heaven's door, shed so many tears (dear God, please let me in)

Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears
I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
Givin' a motherfuck
Yeah, niggas (mad at cha)
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe-to-toe when it's time for roll, you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin' hard to maintain, then go 'head
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked upstate
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause you's a down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (a true down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten karats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister Local Celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it, to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time
You'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescent, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha (I)
I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

Fucking lil' homies
Everybody ducking, my fucking lil' homies
Lil' homies
Everybody ducking

Just pay attention, here's a story bout my lil' homies
Straight thuggin', lil' bad young motherfucker, you gotta love 'em
You could catch him in his G-Ride clutchin' his glock
Screamin', outlaw, (westside motherfuckers) bustin' on my enemy's block
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin' money, makin' dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to wild to be a thinker
Bud smokin' 24-7, everyday drinking
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder, fool
Always the young niggas gettin' in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate, so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fucking lil' homies

Lil' homies on the ride (yeah nigga)
Niggas gonna die tonight, let's get, high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash (my lil' homies)
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight (die tonight)
Let's get high tonight (high tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police

'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when we was just a lil' G
Flirtin' with death, playing Russian Roulette
Screamin' "Kill Me! "
Hey there, young nigga, what you smokin' on?
Mad at the world 'cause you came from a broken home?
Love the squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent niggas spittin' major shit
Tell me, young nigga, if you died, let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watchin' as your mother cries?
Would all your homies ride?
Or would they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggas on a mission to complete
Getting G's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and unloaded on the whole front row
(Buck! Buck!)
Try to tell him, but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show, my lil homies

Lil' homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight, let's get, high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight (die tonight)
Let's get high tonight (high tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets

"First 2 Bomb, ", "16 On Death Row"
Bustin' on them phony motherfuckers 'cause the big homie said so
Niggas knew, I was a nutcase, quick to blast
Livin' under age but he'll blaze on your bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if there is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets ain't no peace, shell shocked shows
Makin' money off of crack sales
Young black male, unable to change, 'cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows, the evil that they might do
Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K-Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein call 'em Outlawz
Tellin' the world to be equipped, when these young motherfuckers rip shit
They don't quit, drew down on me
Pulled a pound on me
Bust like they didn't know me, my fucking lil' homies

Lil' homies on the ride (what's up nigga?)
Niggas gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash (lil' bad ass mother fucking adolescents)
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggaz run the streets (my Lil Homies)
Lil' homies on the ride (what the لعنتی you niggas wanna do?)
Niggas gonna die tonight (die tonight) (what nigga?)
(My fucking Lil' Homies) Let's get, high tonight (high tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash (16)
Runnin' from all these punk police (15, 13)
'Cause lil' niggaz run the streets (my fucking Lil' Homies)
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight (juvenille delinquents)
Let's get, high tonight (ready to bust on you motherfuckers)
Lil' homies on the mash (what the لعنتی you wanna do nigga? Lil' Homies)
Runnin' from these punk police (they can take your shit over)
'Cause lil' niggaz run the streets (lil' Homies)

Lil' homies on the ride (we robbing motherfuckers)
Niggas gonna die tonight (thuglife)
Let's get, high tonight (outlawz, westside)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police (you know what time it is)
'Cause lil' niggaz run the streets (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the ride (you know what the لعنتی you gotta do nigga)
Niggas gonna die tonight (outlawz nigga)
Let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

Shit, you motherfuckin' right
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk ass niggas don't
Nigga westside, what! Bring it on

Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin'
لعنتی em all, watch em fall screamin', automatic gunfire
Exercising all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggas united
Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
To bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the front-page prime-time live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

What! I'm bustin' on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! (gunfire) I'm on yo' ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin' all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we separated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
Wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It's true, nothin' compares to the satisfaction
That I feel when we out mashin', me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

I was too immature
To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein' faithful now cause now cheatin's lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, dropping niggas as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes, now it's time for war
Never leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin' witcha
Loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
Anticipated for the moment you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
So if you ever need me call, I'll be there through it all
You're the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

I love finger fuckin' you, all of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin' or takin' numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin' for drama
While unleashin' on the old timers, that's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
The only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin' for
Talkin' to me beggin' me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just want to Be Down
Talkin' loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot, that's why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, doin' eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind, look for me

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, doin' eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind, look for me

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, doin' eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind, look for me

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend

Me and my girlfriend!

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
M n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on

As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call
Plus, this my homie from high school, he's getting by
It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry
Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall?
Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed
Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me
Two in the morning and we still high assed out

Screaming, "Thug 'til I die" before I passed out
But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone
Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now ya gone
And all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them n—s to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy
While trying to make it last
I drank a fifth for that when you passed
'Cause life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on)
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on)
My n—, we the last ones left, and life goes on (life goes on)

Yeah n—, I got the word is hell
Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L
Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict that's getting old
Plus with the drama, we're looking out for your baby's mama
Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties
Me and you, no truer two

While scheming on hits
And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into
But now you buried rest n— 'cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery
Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball 'til my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace, thug 'til I die!

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My n—, we the last ones left, and life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets? (Life goes on)
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on)
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on)
My n—, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes on (life goes on)

Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I used to know
From way before kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
Nobody cries when we die, we Outlaws, let me ride
Until I get free, I live my life in the fast lane

Got police chasing me
To my n—s from old blocks, from old crews
N—s that guided me through back in the old school
Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies
See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me
And brothers, miss ya while you're gone
You left your n— on his own, how long we mourn?
Life goes on

Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on homie)
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (gone on, 'cause they passed away)
N—s doing life, n—s doing 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya n—, trust me, I feel ya
You know what I mean
Last year we poured out liquor for ya
This year n—, life goes on

We're gonna clock now
Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks
Give playa haters plenty of space
And basically just represent for you baby
Next time you see your n—s, you're gonna be on top, n—
They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them n—s came up"
That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch

Hey Kato, Mental
Y'all n—s make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man
Don't front

Hold me no more, hold me no more
Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

Shit, tired of getting shot at
Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
You na'mean?
Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At Thug Mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide and would of tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my moma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Praying hard for 'Better Dayz', promise to hold on
Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at 'Thugz Mansion'

Ain't no place I'd rather be
Children, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy.
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy.

Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
Why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Ain't no place I'd rather be
Children, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy.
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy.

Dear Mama don't cry, your baby boy's doing good
Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drinking peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sitting there kicking it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cutting loose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm asking
Remember this face, save me a place, in 'Thugz Mansion'

Ain't no place I'd rather be
Children, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy.
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy.

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

Yeah, clear enough for ya.
Why niggas look mad.
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.
Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Old busters.

Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what somebody be tellin' me.
Known as don't be insulted(?).
But I ain't the one tellin'.
Don't want to be another number.
I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.
The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now on release.
How will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?
To feed kids.
One life to live.
It's so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin at your crib.
Mama, I'm still thuggin'
The world is a war zone.
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead grown
Full grown, finally a man
Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands.
Just picture me rollin'.
Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.
My dreams is scensored.
My hopes are gone.
I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.
My nerves is wrecked.
Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.
Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.
Picture me rollin.
Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Pictue me rollin.
Yeah nigga
Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.
Guess who's back?

I got keys comin from overseas.
Cost a nigga 200 G's.
I'm a street comando.
Nino for example.
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.
So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.
Thug granted to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.
Make me wanna start bank bangin.
So I'm caught up in the game.
Let's go change.
Packin 40 glocks.
Contain or rearrange.
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)
In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.
96 big bodies sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone,
Stone facing is on.
Looking at mine but don't look too long.
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.
It's hard to imagine.
Picture me rollin.

I gots to get the لعنتی up in.
Goin to lay a caper.
Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?
So I need to hit a lick, drastically.
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots.
Check in the park, Pac.

We caught em sleepin.
We didn't think you niggas creepin.
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness(?)
It's time to count the profit.
CPO, we got the bomb spot.
Nigga, time to clock it.
I get the liquor and you could get the females.
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.

Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.
I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.
Now we satisfied.
Got the pockets on swollen.
Boss hog and this Pac nigga.
Picture us rollin.

Heh, heh, heh.
Y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin roll call.
You know there's some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about.
I wanna make sure they can see me.
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,
All you bitch asses.
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin on all y'all punk ass.
Heh, ha ha!
Picture me rollin, baby.
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,
I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.
That's right nigga, picture me rollin
Oh, I forgot... the DA(district attorney)
Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me, ho?
Picture me rollin'.
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.
Free like OJ all day
You can't stop me.
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.
Noope, ?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me .
We up out this bitch.
Any time y'all wanna see me again,
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin.

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

I got shot
Dear
I always felt like I'd be shot
Are you afraid to die?
Somebody try to do me some harm
Or do you wanna live forever
Because a lot of people don't like me
Tell me, what's wrong?

They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losin' my mind
Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry
Fallin' to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
But he ignores me, unfortunately, 'cause I'm guilty

Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless
I'm chokin' off marijuana smoke
With every toke it's like I'm losin' focus
Fallin' asleep while I'm in service, when will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous, because I'm high

Don't mention funerals, I'm stressin' and goin' nutty
And reminiscin' 'bout them niggas that murdered my buddy
I wonder: When will I be happy? Ain't nothin' funny
Flashbacks of bustin' caps, anything for money

Where am I goin'? I discovered, can't nothin' save me
My next door neighbor's havin' convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday, bitch, you know you shouldn't have did it

Everybody's dyin', am I next? Who can I trust?
Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin'?
Two to the head while I'm in bed
Leakin' blood on my satin sheets

Is there a heaven for a baller?
I'm gettin' suspicious of this bitch
The line's busy every time I call her
Now she's tellin' me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone

After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later!
To all the players, watch the fly way a nigga played her
This bitch is tellin' all her homies
That I can لعنتی her like no other
Now them other bitches wanna bone me

I'm under pressure, gettin' drunk, somebody help me
I drank a fifth of Hennessy, I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies, they creepin', don't make me blast
I watch the 5-0's roll, the motherfuckers pass

By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh
I put up my middle finger, then I dash
Niggas don't like me, 'cause I'm thuggin'
And every day I'm a hustler lookin' to get paid

If I know that in this hotel room, they have food everyday
And i'm knocking on the door everyday to eat
And they tell, they open the door
Let me see the party
Let me see like them throwing salami all over
I mean just like throwing food around
But they're telling me "there's no food in here"
You know what i'm saying?
Everyday, I'm standing outside trying to
Sing my way in
You know what i'm saying?
"We are hungry please let us in'"
"We are hungry please let us in"
After about a week that song is gonna change to
"We hungry, we need some food"
"Gimmie all the food or we're breaking down the door"
And after a year then you just like
You know what I'm saying, I'm picking the lock
Coming through the door blasting
You know what I'm saying?
It's like you hungry, you reached your level
You don't want anymore
We asked 10 years ago
We was asking with the Panthers
We was asking with them, the Civil Rights Movement
We was asking you know
Now those people that asked are all dead and in jail
So now what do you think we're gonna do?
Ask?

They wanna bury me, I'm worried no need to lie
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry
Nowhere to rest, I'm losin' homies ain't that a bitch?
When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely

I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord, are you there?
Then tell me, am I lost? 'Cause I'm lonely
I thought I had friends, but in the end a nigga dies lonely

Nowhere to run, I'm in terror, and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there
Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
But still that don't promise me the next day

So I stay thuggin' with a passion, forever blastin'
I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers in my madness
They wonder if I'm hellbound
Well, Hell can't be worse than this, 'cause I'm in Hell now

Don't make me hurt you, I don't want to, but I will
Seen motherfuckers killed over phone bills
Never will I die, I'll be back
Reincarnated as a motherfuckin' MAC
-11, 'cause in Heaven there's no shortage on G's
I'm tellin' you now: "You motherfuckers don't know me"

I ain't scared to die
I ain't scared to die
Only fear of death
Only fear of death
Only fear of death

The controversy over Death Row Records
And its owner being sort of a gangster
Everybody's asking about Death Row
Suge ain't no gangsta. He's chilling
No? No man, Suge a rider
I know what good morals are
But you're supposed to disregard good morals
When you're living in a crazy, bad world
If you're in hell, how can you live like an angel?
You're surrounded by devils, trying to be an angel?
That's like suicide

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

Straight motherfuckin' ballin'
Part two
Still ballin'
Westside

Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
Still ballin'
Ridin' on these niggas 'cause they lame
In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me?

Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga
Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on
Nigga, then we first to bomb bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up
Westside!
Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggas

I love my females strapped, then لعنتی her from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these niggas wondered why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed, for all my homies in the pen
Many peers dead, a nigga still ballin'

Still ballin' (until I die) until I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder why (they wonder why)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'

Now, as I kneel and pray, I hope the Lord understand
When he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin'
But when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playin'
With clientele, any rhyme sales
Question is, Will you لعنتی niggas ride for real, huh?

Bitch nigga, this is G-rated
Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em, "Thug Life" was the reason for this
And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit, still ballin'

'Til the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'

Now everybody wanna see us dead, two murdered on the front page
Shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggas holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to they graves, watch!
Swoop down with my nigga from the pound, 'cause, Trick don't give a لعنتی
Where you coward niggas now? blast
Keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin', busters thought we was frontin'
So reload and keep dumpin'

I'm still ballin'
'Til the day I die (until I die)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder why (they wonder why)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true

Motherfucker, still ballin'
'Til the day I die (still ballin')
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why (tell 'em!)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
'Til the day I die

Still ballin'
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Straight motherfuckin' ballin'

M O B I N A · 28/5/23

Troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!)
Let it be known nigga
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, لعنتی friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block
Without my my heat or Glock got me a dog and named her "My Bitch Nigga Eater"
What could they do to me and lil' brat?
Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone
'Cause they fear me in physical form
Let it be known I'm troublesome

Put it down to the fullest
Spittin' rhymes and bullet
All you niggas die

Troublesome
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)
We troublesome

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first
Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry bustin off freely
Screamin', "لعنتی, all y'all niggas" in Swahili
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care, of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump survive
Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died
'Cause I'm troublesome

Young, strapped, and I don't give a لعنتی
I'm hopeless
I live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)
I'm troublesome
Bad Boy killa
There is no one realer
What you saw was the rough rugged and raw (all you niggas die)
Outlaw!

"Murder murder" my mind state, shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang
Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry
Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Either take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome

In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me
(All you niggas die) I'm troublesome, I don't give a لعنتی
I'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (all you niggas die)
I'm troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young rugged and sick
Makaveli the Don the boss of all bosses (All you niggas die)
Musolini, Edi Amin
Hussein Fatal
Khadafi, Kastro
Napoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)
We ain't لعنتی around
We troublesome (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) ayo
We troublesome
I ain't goin' (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)
Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash
Goin' for the hoes and the cash
لعنتی you niggas, Outlawz!
Khadafi, trump tight never sloppy
Them motherfuckers try to copy
But they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong (all you niggas die)
Outlawz keep it goin' on
You know wassup
Outlawz, Outlawz (all you niggas die)
(Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) Outlawz, Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets

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