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Текст: Twista. Legit Ballin' - Vol.2. Mob Niggas Don't Die.

Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down 'til they get you
Multiple slugz found in your tissue whatever it is you should've honored it

When them niggaz told you not to come around here
And you was found here, your death is now near
I'm 'bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his nuts

Now let's play a game of find and search while your mamma cryin'
In church, I'll be spyin' for work, I'ma go right on
'Cause when your life's gone, nigga there is no replacement
And you got your work hid in the basement, I got it, Gothic

Go for the endo, she's smokin' hydro-ponic chronic
Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body
Don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
'Cause mob niggaz don't die

Mob niggaz ain't go' never die
We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends forever high
Forever fire get lit wit' the trigger eye
Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I

Man I put your block on four
Hit K town and come back wit' a bus load
Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin' thirty
Minutes beef it gets muddy

But I'ma swim through the murky water
Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather
Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes
Live a life many kill and fight for

And campaign in this rap game, 'cause ain't nothing out
Here in these motherfucking
Streets man and that's comin' from a nigga you know who chose
To be legit and still rip foes

Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped up
Screamin' out I ain't gon' never die

Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped up
Screamin' out I ain't gon' never die

We can be shot at, battered and bruised
Bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We can be shot at, battered and bruised
Bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We release no doubt just close are eyes and open fire
Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly
You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two
Magazines and a throw away knife

My position is thorough composition, competition is minimum blocks
We bendin' them shots, we're sendin' them at the rhythm
Hit them put venom in them, bloody up him in his jeans
And watch the white shirt study the scene, I mean

Gang bangin' ain't go' never cease
As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed
Who want it niggaz off the deed, the K Town we spray round

So stay down, this ain't no play ground around here
You could get found around here
Shot up, battered and bruised, headline of the news
The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool

Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped up
Screamin' out I ain't gon' never die

Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped up
Screamin' out I ain't gon' never die

We can be shot at, battered and bruised
Bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

We can be shot at, battered and bruised
Bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die

Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G
You gots, to flip them keys and avoid, them federalizes
'Cause they, be on that ass, ready to blast fast
Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off

Charges like Payton
Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz
No the business, no case without a witness
It's senseless to resist this, hostile take over

To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
Then put my shit back in my holsta
Blood crumbled on the posters
I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta

Shit, was wit' the bogus bird, I don't want it
I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin' on it
Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit' a chick in the coat
'Cause you can die wit' the dick in the throat, hittin' the dro'

Back on the block servin' after the murder packin'
For work 'cause we're lucky popo's ain't havin' 'em nervous
Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy
They lay, got it locked wit ten rolls, if they spray, fuck it

I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my body
Bustin' out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
Screamin', die punk motherfuckers
Reminisce on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches

Smokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches
Ballin' no flows go, hataz askin' how the mob's so strong
I belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after pop
Label me the verbal aftershock, I'ma never die

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